Lyrical Perfection: Your Fave Lyrics

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Postby Seppuku on Wed Jan 25, 2006 8:12 pm

Yeah Brock man, you made me say an RIP for someone who's still alive... I guess it was just your Mind Playing Tricks on You.
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Postby Brocktune on Wed Jan 25, 2006 8:15 pm

well, at least i held back on giving old bushy his last rites.
phew, good call me.
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Postby Retardo_Montalban on Wed Jan 25, 2006 8:40 pm

In Brock defence, the li'l man DID shoot himself in the face. Survived though.
Fuck it if I ain't surpised he's still alive.
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Postby Seppuku on Wed Jan 25, 2006 8:45 pm

Wasn't that the cover of one of their albums?
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Postby cap on Wed Jan 25, 2006 8:55 pm

I've got another confession to make
I'm your fool
Everyone?s got their chains to break
Holding you
Were you born to resist?
Or be abused?

Is someone getting the best of you?
Or are you gone and on to someone new?

I needed somewhere to hang my head
Without your noose
You gave me something that I didn't have
But had no use
I was too weak to give in
Too strong to lose
My heart is under arrest again
But I'll break loose
My head is giving me life or death
But I can't choose
I swear I'll never give in
I refuse
Is someone getting the best of you?
Has someone taken your faith?
It's real, the pain you feel
Your trust?
You must confess

Is someone getting the best of you?

Has someone taken your faith?
It's real, the pain you feel
The life, the love you'd die to heal
The hope that starts the broken heart
Your trust? You must confess

Is someone getting the best of you?

I've got a another confession, my friend
I'm no fool
I'm getting tired of starting again
somewhere new
Were you born to resist or be abused?
I swear I'll never give in-I refuse

Is someone getting the best of you?

Best Of You - Foo Fighters
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Postby Brocktune on Wed Jan 25, 2006 8:58 pm

seppukudkurosawa wrote:Wasn't that the cover of one of their albums?


according to allmusic (thanks dennis)

allmusic.com wrote:Before the release of the album, Bushwick Bill had lost an eye in a shooting incident with his girlfriend, and the cover featured Willie D. and Scarface wheeling Bill into an emergency room, with a prominent shot of the damaged eye.
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Postby Retardo_Montalban on Wed Jan 25, 2006 9:03 pm

Chuck Berry IS God

My Ding A Ling

When I was a little bitty boy
my grandmother bought me a cute little toy
Silver bells hangin' on a string
she told me it was my ding a ling

My ding a ling, my ding a ling
I want to play with my ding a ling
My ding a ling, my ding a ling
I want to play with my ding a ling

And then mother took me to Grammer School
But I stopped all in the vestibule
Every time that bell would ring
catched me playin' with my ding a ling

Once I was climbing the garden wall
I slipped and had a terrible fall
I fell so hard I heard bells ring
but held on to my ding a ling

Once I was swimming cross Turtle creek
many snappers all around my feet
Shure was hard swimming cross that thing
with both hands holdin' my ding a ling

This here song it aint so sad
the cutest little song you ever had
those of you who will not sing
You must be playin' with your own ding a ling
My ding a ling

Your ding a ling, your ding a ling
We saw you playin' with your ding a ling
My ding a ling everybody sing
I want to play with my ding a ling
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Postby Carolian on Wed Jan 25, 2006 9:39 pm

Sage Francis, baby! "Jah Didn't Kill Johnny", his tribute to Johnny Cash.

"Jah didn't kill Johnny
He had a date with death
It was a slow train coming
And we've all got a train to catch
But Lord, take your filthy claws off the rest of my freinds.
That is, of course, if they ain't already dead.
I make no demands. I just make amends.
I make my bed and I'm a lie in it
But before I die...please...don't take anymore of my friends.
Please don't take anymore of my friends. Life is easy.
The smoke didn't kill Johnny. The drink didn't kill Johnny.
The junk didn't kill Johnny. And the women didn't kill Johnny.
Was it the road? I don't know. Was it rock and roll? I don't think so.
But God, God, God, God, God...would never...kill...Johnny Cash
He had a train to catch.
He had a date with death
And we've all got a train to catch.
Life is easy. Holler at ya boy. Life is easy."
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Postby Brocktune on Wed Jan 25, 2006 10:01 pm

in honor of our beloved watcher, the unflappable dennismm, please enjoy.

I need a Vegematic
I need a Pocket Fisherman
I need a handy appliance
That'll scramble an egg while it's still inside its shell

Operators are standing by
How does that make you feel
Help me
Mr. Popeil

I wanna shine some pennies
I wanna mend some leather
I wanna Krazy-Glue my head to the bottom of a big steel girder

Please, no C.O.D.'s
Don't miss out on this deal
Ah, help me
Mr. Popeil

Help me
Mr. Popeil
Mr. Popeil
Mr. Popeil

Woah
It slices, it dices
Look at that tomato
You could even cut a tin can with it
But you wouldn't want to

Mr. Popeil, I'm in trouble
Need your assistance on the double
Oh no, now how am I gonna make
My old vinyl car top look like new
Mr. Popeil
Tell me, what am I supposed to do

Mr. Popeil
Mr. Popeil

Now how much would you pay
But wait, there's more
It's not sold in any store

Now how much would you pay
Don't answer yet
Just look what else you get

Now how much would you pay
If you order today
You get a Ginsu knife and a smokeless Ashtray

Now how much would you pay
Now how much would you pay
Mr. Popeil, Mr. Popeil
Mr. Popeil, Mr. Popeil
Mr. Popeil, Mr. Popeil
Mr. Popeil, Mr. Popeil

Make me buy a Garden Weasel
Make me buy a Bamboo Steamer
Make me take advantage
Of this amazing TV offer
Call our toll-free number
We'll make you such a deal

Aw, help me
Mr. Popeil, I want it
Mr. Popeil, well, I need it
Mr. Popeil, I got to got to got to have it
Mr. Popeil
Mr. Popeil
Hey

Mr. Popeil - "Weird Al" Yankovic
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Postby El Scorcho on Wed Jan 25, 2006 11:50 pm

cap wrote:I've got another confession to make
I'm your fool
Everyone?s got their chains to break
Holding you
Were you born to resist?
Or be abused?

Is someone getting the best of you?
Or are you gone and on to someone new?

I needed somewhere to hang my head
Without your noose
You gave me something that I didn't have
But had no use
I was too weak to give in
Too strong to lose
My heart is under arrest again
But I'll break loose
My head is giving me life or death
But I can't choose
I swear I'll never give in
I refuse
Is someone getting the best of you?
Has someone taken your faith?
It's real, the pain you feel
Your trust?
You must confess

Is someone getting the best of you?

Has someone taken your faith?
It's real, the pain you feel
The life, the love you'd die to heal
The hope that starts the broken heart
Your trust? You must confess

Is someone getting the best of you?

I've got a another confession, my friend
I'm no fool
I'm getting tired of starting again
somewhere new
Were you born to resist or be abused?
I swear I'll never give in-I refuse

Is someone getting the best of you?

Best Of You - Foo Fighters


I was just listening to that a bunch of times today, trying to get the guitar part down. Great song, never thought of the lyrics as remarkable, though.
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Postby Seppuku on Wed Jan 25, 2006 11:54 pm

Carolian wrote:Sage Francis, baby! "Jah Didn't Kill Johnny", his tribute to Johnny Cash.

"Jah didn't kill Johnny
He had a date with death
It was a slow train coming
And we've all got a train to catch
But Lord, take your filthy claws off the rest of my freinds.
That is, of course, if they ain't already dead.
I make no demands. I just make amends.
I make my bed and I'm a lie in it
But before I die...please...don't take anymore of my friends.
Please don't take anymore of my friends. Life is easy.
The smoke didn't kill Johnny. The drink didn't kill Johnny.
The junk didn't kill Johnny. And the women didn't kill Johnny.
Was it the road? I don't know. Was it rock and roll? I don't think so.
But God, God, God, God, God...would never...kill...Johnny Cash
He had a train to catch.
He had a date with death
And we've all got a train to catch.
Life is easy. Holler at ya boy. Life is easy."


Loving the Sage Francis lyrics, I'll probably think of some more Anticon to put up overnight, but I have a suggestion for Sage...maybe The Man in Black Cashed in his check (pardon the pun) because he was simply gettin' on a bit.
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Postby DrillerKiller on Thu Jan 26, 2006 6:12 am

It's not that I think this song has the best lyrics ever, it's just that I (and I sure many of you) share its sentiments, and love it all the more for it...

Frank Zappa & The Mothers - Cheepnis

I love monster movies, I simply adore monster movies, And the cheaper they are, the better they are. And cheepnis in the case of a monster movie has nothing to do with the budget of the film, although it helps. But true cheepnis is exemplified by visible nylon strings attached to the jaw of a giant spider. I'll tell you, a good one that I saw one time, I think the name of the film was It conquered the world (YEAH!) And the... Did you ever see that one? The monster looks sort of like an inverted ice-cream corn with teeth around the bottom. It looks like a, like a teepee or a sort of a rounded off pup-tent affair. And ah, it's got fangs on the base of it, I don't know why but it's a very threatening sight. And then he's got a frown and, you know, ugly mouth and everything, And there's this one scene where the ah monster is coming out of a cave. See? There's always a scene where they come out of a cave, at least once. And the rest of the cast...it musta been made around the 1950's. The lapels are about like th
at wide, The ties are about that wide and about this short, And they always have a little revolver that they're gonna shoot the monster with. And there is always a girl who falls down and twists her ankle. Hey hey! Of course there is! You know how they are, the weaker sex and everything, Twisting their ankle on behalf of a little ice-cream corn. Well in this particular scene, In this scene folks, they ah, they didn't wanna re-take it 'cause it musta been so good they wanted to keep it, but they... When the monster came out of the cave, just over on the left hand side of the screen you can see about this much two-by-four attached to the bottom of the Thing as the guy is pushing it out, And then obviously off-camera somebody's goin': No! Get it back! ...and they drag it back just a little bit as the guy is goin': KCH! KCH! Now that's cheepnis.
Right. And this is cheepnis here: One two three four...
I ate a hot dog
It tasted real good
Then I watched a movie
From Hollywood
(repeat)
Little Miss Muffett on a squat by me
Took a turn around, I said: Can y'all see?
The little strings on the Giant Spider?
The Zipper From The Black Lagoon?
The vents by the tanks where the bubbles go up?
(And the flaps on the side of the moon)
The jelly & paint on the 40 watt bulb
They use when the slime droozle off
The rumples & the wrinkles in the cardboard rock
And the canvas of the cave is too soft
The suits & the hats & the tie's too wide
And too short for the scientist man
The chemistry lady with the roll-away mind
And the monster just ate Japan
Ladies and gentlemen,
The monster,
Which the peasants in this area call FRUNOBULAX
(Apparently a very large poodle dog)
Has just been seen approaching The Power Plant
Bullets can't stop it
Rockets can't stop it
We may have to use NUCLEAR FORCE!
HERE COMES THAT POODLE DOG!
BIG AS A BLIMP WITH A RHINESTONE COLLAR
SNAPPIN' OFF THE TREES
LIKE THEY WAS BONSAI'D ORNAMENTS ON A
DRY-WOBBLE LANDSCAPE
KEEP IT AWAY! DON'T LET THE POODLE BITE ME!
WE CAN'T LET IT REPRODUCE! OH!
SOMEBODY GET OUT THE PANTS!
The National Guard has formed up at the base
of the mountain
And is attempting to lure the enormous poodle
towards the cave
Where they hope to destroy it with napalm
A thousand of the troopers are now lined up
and are calling to the monster...
Here Fido
Here Fido
Here Fido
GOT A GREAT BIG SLIMEY THING
GOT A GREAT BIG HEAVY THING
GOT A GREAT BIG POODLE THING
GOT A GREAT BIG HAIRY THING
(repeat)
C'mon! Everybody! Let's go!
Get the distilled water! Get the canned goods!
Get the toilet paper! You know we need it!
GO TO DA SHELTER
MY BABY, MY BABY,
GO TO DA SHELTER
GO TO DA SHELTER
(repeat)
Little Miss Muffett on a squat by me,
Can ya see the little string danglin' down
Makes the legs go wabble an' the mouth flop shut
An' the HORRIBLE EYE, HORRIBLE EYE, HORRIBLE EYE
Go rollin' around
Can y'see it all
Can y'see it from here
Can y'laugh till yer weak on yer knees
If you can't, I'm sorry `cause that's
all I wanna know
I need a little more cheepnis please
Baby, I'm sorry `cause it's all I wanna know
I need a little more cheepnis please
Baby, I'm sorry `cause it's all I wanna know
I need a little more cheepnis please
(etc. repeats)
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Postby vicious_bastard on Thu Jan 26, 2006 7:31 am

Nice to see more Sage fans. I will add Buck 65: Lacking Precipitation -

I used to play in waste-high snow, right around the corner from here.
and now we stroll through cold, but it don't snow here no more.
the seasons change and i can see it happening before my eyes.
continental conditioning exchanging room for lies.
the compromise and what caused when i see these global changes,
potential years of my life, something's wrong when i can see it plain as day.
faint as the may winds when my mind exemplifies
trials and tribulations of manipulation and lies.

my son will never see the snow, except in 3-d simulators,
and open-space science replication escalators.
and i will tell my child about the fun we used to have,
and we'll not forget your sorry ass when he says, "can i go outside and play, dad?"
this world that you created, i will take no fucking part in.
when you ask for my apology, i'll reply with, "i beg your pardon."
global economizing, and the raping of the third world.
exploiting mother nature and colonizing of a little girl.
it's western uncivilization, weighted scales claim people.
no wonder we got identity problems when you act like cave people.
i was born to march forth, and conquer the harsh north,
but i reside inside these fort walls from henceforth, regardless.
you can buy the foot of a goddess for your asthetic pleasure,
i'll hold the memory inside my heart eternally as treasure.
and when your son wonders why he can't play in the toxic rain,
my son will look into my brain and get the explanation.
i see the hesitation in every guilty move you make,
i alleviate my conscience through the conscious mode of trade.
it's fundamental differences, you see, we have the witnesses.
marking in your hit lists, you lie, we know the truth.
the primary campaign of that busting the supremist,
is here upon us, in action, thought, and premise.

the counter-culture catalog for christian conservative clones,
constricts countless conscious clever-minded types into depression.
that's the agenda, through conditioning by disaster,
allows the cutting of rainforests. harder, faster, harder, faster.
we can't get in, corporate password protected by the rich,
to take away from the people they educated.
the story's written by the winner, that's the goddamn truth.
the underrated's a champion, a cheater without any proof.
but i'll remain the outcast that looks like the typecast,
aspiring middle-class that outlasts the rumor-mill.
and i'll swallow each jagged pill with the pleasure for discomfort,
and create the situations that arise from faces sunburnt
but working long hours in pride-stricken constrictions.
the face that fights for what it believes in, despite
the friction. and this is the same face that will look you in the eyes,
and then look upon my son and tell him how you lied with pride.
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Postby ThisIsTheGirl on Thu Jan 26, 2006 8:02 am

Retardo_Montalban wrote:Chuck Berry IS God


For shizzle. I'm glad somebody said that, because I was in the process of putting up the lyrics to Memphis, Tennessee, which has one of the best "twists" I've ever heard in a song. That man has to be one of the best lyricists of all time!

Memphis, Tennessee

Long distance information give me Memphis Tennessee
Help me find the party trying to get in touch with me
She could not leave a number but I know who placed the call
'Cause my uncle took a message and he wrote it on the wall

Help me information get in touch with my Marie
She's the only one who'd phone me here from Memphis, Tennessee
Her house is on the south side, high upon the ridge
Just a half a mile from the Mississippi bridge

Help me information, more than that I cannot add
Only that I miss her and all the fun we had
But we were pulled apart because her mom did not agree
And tore apart our happy home in Memphis Tennessee

Last time I saw Marie she was waving me good-bye
With hurry home drops on her cheeks that trickled from her eye
Marie is only six years' old, information please
Help me get in touch with her in Memphis Tennessee
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Postby Brocktune on Thu Jan 26, 2006 3:21 pm

im listening to beck's odelay right now,and am reminded of one of my favorite lines of his from the song "hotwax"

"you've only got one finger left
and its pointin' at the door"
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Postby Seppuku on Thu Jan 26, 2006 3:31 pm

Hey This is the Girl, that's always been my favourite Chuck Berry song, and it's a rare bit of sensitivity from the man who was known to leave cameras in the women's WCs, because that kinda thing worked for him.

I was just listening to that Biggy's Ready to Die album, and it got me to thinking what the best pre-song rambles were. Nas and BIGs first albums had some great ones, but also Outkast- and Aquemini- qualify. Plus ya gotta give props to De La Soul for 3 Feet High and Rising. And damn, U-Roy's career was based on him talking shit over a good backing dub. But man was he good at talkin' shit!
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Postby Keepcoolbutcare on Thu Jan 26, 2006 3:36 pm

Alias, "Diving Disappointment".

"paradise of fools."

my frustration aimed at what i created has me feeling discombobulated.
i hated the boredom, so i reinstated entertainment
for my well-being, now i'm seeing i made the wrong decision.
my project had appeared easy but had no direction and precision.
beginner's luck,
only up to recent times do i feel stuck.
i'm the only one to blame for things that ran amuck. i built up,
a universe that is now building me, you see
technological advancement is the creater now, and all things to be decided,
will have not even once touched my hands.
my quote unquote followers still constantly fill the stands,
on the so-called sabbath day, for years it's been this way,
but these people can't figure out,
whether it's the first or last day to pray.
they seem to think that i'm forgiving of all,
which means they have a scapegoat, if they happen to drop the ball.
i've been coined with various names, none of which to me are flattering.
they look to me for a guidance, but to me they do not matter in my eyes.
there's nothing i can do to help this situation,
when they have internal conflicts with their whole congregation.
they gather every week and speak of me in song,
these beings i created in this project gone terribly wrong.

chorus:
you all claim that you know me,
but you really don't, ever forgiving
you say of me, in reality, i really won't.
from the day i gave you life to your last annointment.
you have all been nothing but divine disappointment.

so now i'm stuck to figure out what i should do at this point and time.
these creatures think that there's an afterlife,
so they spend their life benign. they killed another creature years ago
that claimed to be my son, so now they mold their lives
after him and claim that he's the one.
the one that will save them, lead them to a new breath.
i hate to break it to them, "i have nothing for you after death."
so carry on if you wish unknowing, thinking breath is wind blowing,
magnifying light bulb is the sun, and tears of rivers flowing.
think that every bad thing that happens to you is at my will,
like bankrupcy, adultery, and the reason why others kill.
go on to be mislead as you have your entire life,
think that i'll somehow reward you for all your pain and strife.
i can't control destiny, where'd you come up with that notion?
there's no cure for aids, so don't even bother with that potion.
i didn't create the disease to punish others,
i didn't even make it, so if you have that frame of mind
you go ahead and break it.
i'm sick and tired of feeling responsiblity for all of you ungratefuls,
unwilling to share with the starving while you enjoy all of your platefuls.
even if i had the power to help you, i wouldn't even bother.
so stop thinking that i love you and stop calling me your father.
i didn't plan on you evolving into this mess with which i deal.
asking for my forgiveness when you lie, cheat, and steal.
what the hell do you want me to do? try and save yourself.
i can't help your marriage, chlldren, or status of health.
my problem's far away any of your so-called devastations,
like this oncoming war between the so-called united nations.
i regret making all of you, you make my blood pressure climb.
i wish i didn't make you but even i couldn't turn back the hands of time.

chorus

"paradise of fools."
Personally, I'm an atheist in the voting booth and a theist in the movie theatre. I separate the morality of religion with the spirituality and solace of it. There is something boring about atheism.
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Postby thomasgaffney on Thu Jan 26, 2006 3:36 pm

Ice Ice Baby - Vanilla Ice

Yo VIP let's kick it

Ice ice baby (x2)
All right stop collaborate and listen
Ice is back with my brand new invention
Something grabs a hold of me tightly
Flow like a harpoon daily and nightly
Will it ever stop yo I don't know
Turn off the lights and I'll glow
To the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal
Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle
Dance go rush to the speaker that booms
I'm killing your brain like a poisonous mushroom
Deadly when I play a dope melody
Anything less than the best is a felony
Love it or leave it you better gain weight
You better hit bull's eye the kid don't play
If there was a problem yo I'll solve it
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it

CHORUS
Ice ice baby vanillla (x4)

Now that the party is jumping
With the bass kicked in and the vegas are pumpin'
Quick to the point to the point no faking
I'm cooking MC's like a pound of bacon
Burning them if you ain't quick and nimble
I go crazy when I hear a cymbal
And a hi-hat with a souped up tempo
I'm on a roll and it's time to go solo
Rollin' in my 5.0
With my rag-top down so my hair can blow
The girlies on standby waving just to say hi
Did you stop no I just drove by
Kept on pursuing to the next stop
I busted a left and I'm heading to the next block
The block was dead
Yo so I continued to A1A Beachfront Avenue
Girls were hot wearing less than bikinis
Rockman lovers driving Lamborghinis
Jealous 'cause I'm out getting mine
Shay with a guage and Vanilla with a nine
Reading for the chumps on the wall
The chumps acting ill because they're so full of eight balls
Gunshots rang out like a bell
I grabbed my nine all I heard were shells
Falling on the concrete real fast
Jumped in my car slammed on the gas
Bumper to bumper the avenue's packed
I'm trying to get away before the jackers jack
Police on the scene you know what I mean
They passed me up confronted all the dope fiends
If there was a problem yo I'll solve it
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it

REPEAT CHORUS

Take heed 'cause I'm a lyrical poet
Miami's on the scene just in case you didn't know it
My town that created all the bass sound
Enough to shake and kick holes in the ground
'Cause my style's like a chemical spill
Feasible rhymes that you can vision and feel
Conducted and formed
This is a hell of a concept
We make it hype and you want to step with this
Shay plays on the fade slice like a ninja
Cut like a razor blade so fast other DJs say damn
If my rhyme was a drug I'd sell it by the gram
Keep my composure when it's time to get loose
Magnetized by the mic while I kick my juice
If there was a problem yo I'll solve it
Check out the hook while Shay revolves it

Ice ice baby vanilla
Ice ice baby (oh-oh) vanilla
Ice ice baby vanilla
Ice ice baby vanilla ice
Yo man let's get out of here
Word to your mother
Ice ice baby too cold
Ice ice baby too cold too cold (x2)
Ice ice baby
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Postby vicious_bastard on Thu Jan 26, 2006 3:37 pm

seppukudkurosawa wrote:I was just listening to that Biggy's Ready to Die album


Heheh. "I got techniques dripping out my buttcheeks, sleep on my stomach so I don't fuck up my sheets"
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Postby Seppuku on Thu Jan 26, 2006 3:40 pm

Yeah man, can't imagine any MCs coming out with those kind of words today. I mean can you imagine Fiddy saying something like: I woke up this morning with a little dribble on my pillow, my woman fed me some bad sea-food and I'm sleepin' out in the toilet to let my bowels flow?
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Postby ThisIsTheGirl on Thu Jan 26, 2006 3:41 pm

seppukudkurosawa wrote:Hey This is the Girl, that's always been my favourite Chuck Berry song, and it's a rare bit of sensitivity from the man who was known to leave cameras in the women's WCs, because that kinda thing worked for him.


:oops:

Yeah, I try not think about that too much. I know this doesn't excuse anything, but it seems to me that all great musicians are assholes of some kind or another ( :? except Brocktune)
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Postby Keepcoolbutcare on Thu Jan 26, 2006 3:43 pm

one of my fave "story" raps from recent years.

Artist: MURS
Album: MURS 3:16 (9th Edition)
Title: Walk Like a Man

[Verse 1]
Now I used to walk with the gun now I walk like a man
And I walk what I talk and I walk never ran
And I never say never but I mean hardly ever
And if shootin' is the solution then you're not that clever
If you don't know shit then you still know better
Human life is so precious it could never be measured
Have you ever had a load of it cock back the heat
Poppin' on the next nigga while he walkin' up the street
Trigger off safety spacin an opportunity
These niggaz wanna waste me it ain't nothing new to me
Soon as he walked by I was ready to bust
But he just posted up like he was waitin' on the bus
Now I'm all punked up with a steroid trigger
Cause most of y'all are easy just some paranoid niggaz
Used to walk with a gun but I never did use it
What's the point of holdin' heat if you ain't gon' shoot it
Stupid (*echos*)

*different instrumental kicks in*

[Verse 2]
It was a late night sunset me and him out
Lookin' at the ladies to come up on some trim
Everybody wildin' out cause the summer's about to end
He had the hypnotic he was missin with the hand
Of that mean green laid back with the deep lean on low pro shit
That's how we rolled on the scene
Two girls lookin' probably in they late teens
But these days you can't tell but I figured what the hell
So we yell out: Hey girl, they yell back
Maybe two in the front maybe two in the back
But they had this dark tag couldn't see through the black
We roll up ask 'em where their party at
They just start to laugh and I knew it was a trap
But I couldn't roll out cause the strip was so packed
Now I'm lookin at this nigga in this motherfuckin' hat
Start talkin' that bullshit like we was on some bullshit
My nigga used to bang but we ain't know no thug shit
I tried to dismantle it but you know Los Angeles
This nigga kept talkin' so my boy had to handle it
He jumped out the Lex snatched the dude at his hat
I put it in park jumped out to get his back
But as I did that, I heared two shots
I turned to my right and I see my dude drop
Time stopped, coudln't believe what I seen
I was struck by reality when the two girls screamed
I saw his killer stand up put the gun in his jeans
Saw him wince from the pain as the heat burned his waist
Then he turned up the block disappeared without a trace
I remember his face but what I remember most
Was when I got to my knees and held my nigga close
And asked not to leave us in the name of Christ Jesus

But he's gone and all I got left is his blood on my sneakers

[Hook - 2X]
It was a year to this day that my best friend died
For weeks I sat alone in my room and cried
And I tried to pretend everything was fine
But my soul couldn't rest until vengeance was mine

*another different instrumental kicks in*

[Verse 3]
The day began with me standin' at his grave with his mother
His old girlfriend, his two younger brothers
We said a few words faces covered with tears
How we missed him so much and we wished he was here
Then his girl said a poem put some roses on his stone
And we said our goodbyes and they all went home
I thought I'd use this time for me and him to be alone
I broke out the Hen' poured a little out for him
Told him who was gettin' married, who had went to the pen
How the homie named his newborn son after him
But as the sun went down the talk came to an end
So I said a quick prayer..amen
And I shook in the lab plus the well wrote tracks
And I headed up saw the homie Eyezeer
I asked him what he doin' he was way out of bound
That he had a freak that lived on that side of town
He always kept the heat just in case it went down
A clown, I rolled down my window 'bout to light a ciga-
Hey! Is that that nigga that...hey give me the motherfucking gun
Man, drive around the block and post up for a minute
I hit you on the shirt hit the corner nigga bend it
Splendid now with vengeance in my grasp
I couldn't dream of a better day for me to catch his ass
Slippin while he dippin into the ride by himself
I slid up behind him in the shadows hell of stealth
He started to breakin' stuff I said I didn't want a dime
Remember what you was doin' last year at this time
He looked into my eyes with both shock and surprise
When I split his face with the Glock right before he could reply
He cried as I pressed the heat against his cheek
The I squoze two times for the homie rest in peace

[Hook]
It was a year to this day that my best friend died
For weeks I sat alone in my room and cried
And I tried to pretend everything was fine
But my soul couldn't rest until vengeance was mine
It was a year to this day that my best friend died
For weeks I sat alone in my room and cried
And I thought that's what I wanted until the problem was confronted
Now I'm haunted by remorse that I wished I hadn't done it
Personally, I'm an atheist in the voting booth and a theist in the movie theatre. I separate the morality of religion with the spirituality and solace of it. There is something boring about atheism.
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Postby Retardo_Montalban on Fri Jan 27, 2006 12:27 am

ThisIsTheGirl wrote:
Retardo_Montalban wrote:Chuck Berry IS God


For shizzle. I'm glad somebody said that, because I was in the process of putting up the lyrics to Memphis, Tennessee, which has one of the best "twists" I've ever heard in a song. That man has to be one of the best lyricists of all time!



That song is friggin touching. You wouldn't believe how soulful Chuck can be. I have a bunch of early recordings of his. There's a version of Johnny Be Good thats crazy slow. From what I hear, his music started off slow and bluesy, but the record producers sped it up and started a revolution.

Everly Brothers
All I Have To Do Is Dream

(Song is way creepy if you just read the lyrics)

Drea-ea-ea-ea-eam, dream, dream, dream
Drea-ea-ea-ea-eam, dream, dream, dream

When I want you in my arms
When I want you and all your charms
Whenever I want you, all I have to do is
Drea-ea-ea-ea-eam, dream, dream, dream

When I feel blue in the night
And I need you to hold me tight
Whenever I want you, all I have to do is
Drea-ea-ea-ea-eam

I can make you mine, taste your lips of wine
Anytime night or day
Only trouble is, gee whiz I'm dreamin' my life away
I need you so that I could die
I love you so and that is why
Whenever I want you, all I have to do is
Drea-ea-ea-ea-eam, dream, dream, dream
Drea-ea-ea-ea-eam


(Those kids were such stalkers)
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Postby Seppuku on Fri Jan 27, 2006 8:05 pm

Fats Waller here with the most excellent Your Feet's Too Big:

Who's that walkin' 'round here?
Mercy!
Sounds like baby patter!
Baby elephant patter, that's what I calls it!

Say, up in Harlem,
At a table for two,
There were four of us,
Me, your big feet and you!
From your ankles up, I say you sure are sweet,
From there down, there's just too much feet!
Yas!

Your feet's too big!
Don't want ya 'cause your feet's too big!
Can't use ya 'cause your feet's too big!
I really hate ya 'cause your feet's too big!
Yeah!

Da-dee-do-dah, wan-ga-der!
Where'd you get 'em?
Nyah-da-dum!
Your girl, she likes you, she thinks you're nice,
Got what it takes to be in paradise;
She says she likes your face, she likes your rig,
But, man, oh, man, them things are too big!

Oh, your feet's too big!
Don't want ya 'cause your feet's too big!
Mad at you 'cause your feet's too big!
I hate you 'cause your feet's too big!

[Spoken]
My goodness, those are gunboats!
Shift! Shift! Shift!

Oh, your pedal extremities are colossal!
To me you look just like a fossil!
You got me walkin', talkin' and squawkin',
'Cause your feet's too big, yeah!

[Spoken]
Come on and walk that thing!
Oh, I never heard of such walkin'! Mercy!
Your... your pedal extremities really are obnoxious.
One never knows, do one?
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Postby Belac on Fri Jan 27, 2006 8:59 pm

And I'm watching the news when my daughter walks in
To choose to ask, "why were all those people on the floor
Sleeping, covered in red?"
I told her: they were looking for God but found religion instead - De La Soul

No more games, I'ma change what you call rage
Tear this mothafuckin roof off like 2 dogs caged
I was playin in the beginnin, the mood all changed
I been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage
But I kept rhymin and stepwritin the next cypher
Best believe somebody's payin the pied piper
All the pain inside amplified by the fact
That I can't get by with my 9 to 5
And I can't provide the right type of life for my family
Cause man, these goddam food stamps don't buy diapers
And it's no movie, there's no Makai Pfeiffer, this is my life
And these times are so hard and it's getting even harder
Tryin to feed and water my seed, plus
Teeter-totter caught up between trying to be a father and a prima donna
Baby mama drama's screamin on and
Too much for me to wanna
Stay in one spot, another day of monotony
Has gotten me to the point, I'm like a snail
I've got to formulate a plot or I end up in jail or shot
Success is my only mothafuckin option, failure's not
Mom, I love you, but this trailer's got to go
I cannot grow old in Salem's lot
So here I go is my shot.
Feet fail me not or not this may be the only opportunity that I got - Eminem

Lauryn Hill – Freedom Time

Everybody knows that they’re guilty
Everybody knows that they’ve lied
Everybody knows that they’re guilty
Resting on their conscience, eating their insides
It’s freedom…said it’s freedom time now
It’s freedom…said it’s freedom time now
Time to get free…looking for [?] now
Said it’s freedom time…

Yo,
There’s a war in the mind, over territory, for the dominion
Who would dominate the opinions?
Gizms and –izms
Keeping us in forms of religion
Conforming our visions to the world churches decisions
Trapped in a section – submitted to committee election
Moral infection – epidemic lies and deception
Insurrection, of the highest possible order
Distorting our tape recorders from hearing like under water
Beyond the borders
Fond of sin and disorder
Bound by strategy of systemic depravity
Heavy as gravity – head first into cavity without a bottom
A fate, worse than Sodom
What’s got ‘em drunk off the spirits
Truth comes, we can’t hear it
When you’ve been programmed to fear it
I had a vision – I was falling in indecision
Appalling – calling religion some program on television
How can.. dominate wisdom, be recognized in the system…
Of anti-Christ’s and majority rules?
Intelligent fools
PhD’s an illusion – masters of mass confusion
Bachelor’s a past illusion – now who you choosing…
The head or the tail? The blood shed of the male
Or confidence in devil (dare-vale)?
Conference’s in Yale discussing doctrines of bail
Causing people to fail, keeping the third in jail
These words nailed everything to the tree
Severing me from all that I used to be
Formless and void
Totally paranoid
Enjoyed darkness; it’s Lord keeping me from the sword
Blocked from mercy
Bitterness seriously – hungry and thirsty for good meat we would eat
And still dine at the table of deceit
How incomplete
From confrontation to retreat
We belong in true enemy’s defeat
Destitute a necessity
Causing desperation to get the best of me
Punishment ‘til there was nothing left of me
Realizing the inescapable death of me
No options in the valley of decision
The only doctrines supernatural circumcision
Inwardly – only water can purge the heart
From words to fiery darts
Thrown by the workers of the arts
Inequity shafin in
There’s no escaping when
your whole philosophy is paper thin
In vanity – the wide roller’s insanity
Could it be all of humanity?
Picture that – scripture that
The origin of man’s heart is black
How can we show up for an invisible war?
Preoccupied to a shadow making love with a whore
Aching the sores
Babylon – The Great Mystery
Mother of human history
System of social sorcery
Our present condition needs serious recognition
When there’s no repentance there can be no remission
And that sentence for serious that Vietnam
The Atom bomb and Saddam and minister Farrakhan
What’s going on?
What’s a priority to you?
What the authority do the majority hasn’t a clue
We’ve majored in curses: search the chapters, check the verses
Recapture the land – remove this mark from our hands
So we can stand, in agreement with His command
Everything else is damned, let them with ears understand

Huh. Everything else is damned, let them with ears understand.

It’s freedom…said it’s freedom time, now
It’s freedom…said it’s freedom time
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Postby Seppuku on Fri Jan 27, 2006 9:09 pm

I'm glad you put in that De La Soul song Held Down(from Bionix) featuring long-time Outkast compadre Cee Lo. I always loved that lyric.
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Postby St. Alphonzo on Fri Jan 27, 2006 9:14 pm

Say what you will about Death Cab For Cutie, but these are some amazing lyrics (especially for those of us rapidly approaching middle age).

"Brothers On A Hotel Bed"

You may tire of me as our December sun is setting because I'm not who I used to be
No longer easy on the eyes but these wrinkles masterfully disguise
The youthful boy below who turned your way and saw
Something he was not looking for: both a beginning and an end
But now he lives inside someone he does not recognize
When he catches his reflection on accident

On the back of a motor bike
With your arms outstretched trying to take flight
Leaving everything behind
But even at our swiftest speed we couldn't break from the concrete
In the city where we still reside.
And I have learned that even landlocked lovers yearn for the sea like navy men
Cause now we say goodnight from our own separate sides
Like brothers on a hotel bed
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Postby I_Was_Saying_Boo_urns on Fri Jan 27, 2006 11:09 pm

I’m pulling the pavement from under my nails
I brush past a garden, dependent on whales
The sloping companion I cast down the ash
Yanked on my tunic and dangled my stash

Zipping through the forest with the curdling fleas
To grow with them spindles, the mutant I seize
I capture the dread beast who falls to his knees
And cries to his cohorts, asleep in the trees

Smegma, dogmatagram, fishmarket stew
Police in a corner, gunnin’ for you
Appletoast, bedheated, furblanket rat
Laugh when they shoot you, say
Please don’t do that

Control for smilers can’t be bought
The solar garlic starts to rot
Was it for this my life I sought?
Maybe so and maybe not (maybe so and maybe not) [4x]
Was it for this my life I sought? (maybe so and maybe not)
Control for smilers can’t be bought (maybe so and maybe not)
The solar garlic starts to rot (maybe so and maybe not)
Was it for this my life I sought? (maybe so and maybe not)
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Postby Carolian on Mon Jan 30, 2006 11:21 pm

OK, I've been listening to this song non-stop all day... my band's getting ready to cover it, so I gotta get it down, eh?

Big Black, "Kerosene".

I was born in this town
Live here my whole life
Probably come to die in this town
Live here my whole life
Never anything to do in this town
Live here my whole life
Never anything to do in this town
Live here my whole life
Probably learn to die in this town
Live here my whole life
Nothing to do, sit around at home
Sit around at home, stare at the walls
Stare at each other and wait till we die
Stare at each other and wait till we die
Probably come to die in this town
Live here my whole life
There's Kerosene around, something to do
There's Kerosene around, she's something to do
There's Kerosene around, she's something to do
There's Kerosene around, we'll find something to do
Kerosene around, she's something to do
Kerosene around, set me on fire
Set me on fire, Kerosene
Set me on fire, Kerosene
Set me on fire, Kerosene
Set me on fire, Kerosene
Set me on fire
The whole world's wild at heart and weird on top.

This is a snakeskin jacket. And for me it's a symbol of my individuality, and my belief... in personal freedom.
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Postby HollywoodBabylon on Tue Jan 31, 2006 10:48 am

Lyrical perfection?
How do you choose?
So, so many to choose from, it's almost impossible.
However, pinned down to one lyric that sums up all the joy of listening to rock/pop/whatever music, it would have to be..........

"Awopbopaloomopalopbanboom!"

Little Richard, sir, I salute you. :)
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Postby Vegeta on Tue Jan 31, 2006 5:34 pm

everything is exactly right
when i walk around here drunk every night
with an open container from 7-11
in st. ides heaven
i've been out haunting the neighborhood
and everybody can see i'm no good
when i'm walking out between parked cars
with my head full of stars

high on amphetamines
the moon is a lightbulb breaking
it'll go around with anyone
but it won't come down for anyone

you think you know what brings me down
that i want those things you could never allow
you see me smiling you think it's a frown
turned upside down
cos everyone is a fucking pro
and they all got answers from trouble they've known
and they all got to say what you should and shouldn't do
though they don't have a clue

high on amphetamines
the moon is a lightbulb breaking
it'll go around with anyone
but it won't come down for anyone
and i won't come down for anyone

Elliott Smith - "St. Ide's Heaven"
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Postby havocSchultz on Wed Feb 01, 2006 5:37 pm

The Tragically Hip - "Fiddler's Green"

September Seventeen
For a girl I know, it's Mother's Day
Her son has gone alee
And that's where he will stay
Wind on the weathervane
Tearing blue eyes sailor-mean
As Falstaff sings a sorrowful refrain
For a boy in Fiddler's Green

His tiny knotted heart
Well I guess it never worked to good
The timber tore apart
And the water gorged the wood
You can hear the whispered prayer
For men at masts that always lean
That the same wind that moves her hair
Moves her boy through Fiddler's Green

He doesn't know a soul
And there's nowhere that he's really been
But he won't travel long alone
No, not in Fiddler's Green
Balloons all filled with rain
As children's eyes turn sleepy-mean
And Falstaff sings a sorrowful refrain
For a boy in Fiddler's Green
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Postby Vegeta on Wed Feb 01, 2006 7:03 pm

"well i thought about the army
dad said, son you're fucking high
and i thought, yeah there's a first for everything
so i took my old man's advice
three sad semesters
it was only fifteen grand spent in bed
i thought about the army
i dropped out and joined a band instead

grew a moustache and a mullet
got a job at chic-fil-a
citing artistic differences
the band broke up in may
and in june reformed without me
and they'd got a different name
i nuked another grandma's apple pie
and hung my head in shame

i've been thinking a lot today
i've been thinking a lot today

oh, i think i'll write a screenplay
oh, i think i'll take it to LA
oh, i think i'll get it done yesterday

in this time of introspection
on the eve of my election
i say to my reflection
god, please spare me more rejection
'cause my peers, they criticize me
and my ex-wives all despise me
try to put it all behind me
but my redneck past is nipping at my heels

i've been thinking a lot today
i've been thinking a lot today
i've been thinking a lot today
i thought about the army..."

Ben Folds Five - "Army"
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Postby girlkaz on Fri Feb 03, 2006 6:46 am

I will be your ambulance if you will be my accident and i will be your screech and crash if you will be my crutch and cast - TV On the Radio, Dreams

If you're so funny
Then why are you on your own tonight ?
And if you're so clever
Then why are you on your own tonight ?
If you're so very entertaining
Then why are you on your own tonight ?
If you're so very good-looking
Why do you sleep alone tonight ?
I know
Cause tonight is just like any other night
- The Smiths, I Know It's Over

When she wakes up in the morning
She writes down all her dreams
Reads like the book of revelations
Or the Beano or the unabridged ulysses
- The Libertines, What A Waster

I've been thinking it's a sign that the freckles in our eyes are mirror images and when we kiss they're perfectly alligned - The District Sleeps Alone Tonight by Postal Service

They say a watched pot wont ever boil, and you can't raise a baby on motor oil - Kettles by Arcade Fire

And I lay down on the top of a cliff, confessed my sins into the wind and the sky laid a feather in my mouth. Good Lord what a beautiful day for I'm travelling, unravelling this heavy heart away to forgive and forget myself. My enemies, my bruises washed away today - Patrick Wolf, Godrevy Point

I can dream that you're a slut. And when I wake up stiff please just feel free to use me. Then go to work and leave me wondering, what it was that made you choose me - Arab Strap, Dream Sequence

Pedal home pedal home your mother is baking your favourite apples this evening. Theres soup on the table but dont let go cold no no no
As you push your bike up the garden path you turn to the ocean
You watch as autumn takes its last breath of summer.
The pumpkin soup on the table the late september sun
Just dream of a future and then the sorrow is undone
- Patrick Wolf, Pumpkin Soup

To call for hands of above to lean on
Wouldn't be good enough for me
One night of magic rush
The start: A simple touch
One night to push and scream
And then relief
10 days of perfect tunes
The colours red and blue
We had a promise made
We were in love
- The Knife, Heartbeats

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.
Yeah, she is beautiful but she don't mean a thing to me.
- Death Cab For Cutie, Tiny Vessels

Mama tried to wash their faces but these kids had lost their graces and daddy lost at the raes too mant times- Damien Rice, Older Chests

I wrote a song for you today while I was sitting in my room. I jumped up on my bed today and played it on a broom. I didn't think that it would be a song that you would hear, but when I played it in my head, I made you reappear. I wrote a video for it and I acted out each part. Then I took your picture out and taped it to my heart. I've taped you to my heart dear girl, I've taped you to my heart and if you pull away from me you'll tear my life apart - Saul Williams, List of Demands

Is it still me that makes you sweat? Am I who you think about in bed?
When the lights are dim and your hands are shaking as you're sliding off your dress?
Then think of what you did. And how I hope to God he was worth it.
When the lights are dim and your heart is racing as you're fingers touch your skin.
I've got more wit, a better kiss, a hotter touch, a better fuck
Than any boy you'll ever meet, sweetie you had me
Girl I was it look past the sweat, a better love deserving of
Exchanging body heat in the passenger seat?
No, no, no you know it will always just be, me
- Panic! At The Disco, Lying is the Most Fun a Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off

Lover lover let's pretend, We're born as innocents, Cast into the world With apple eyes. To wish wish dangerous, My dear delirious, To try and leave the rest of us behind - Smashing Pumpkins, Geek USA
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Postby TonyWilson on Fri Feb 03, 2006 7:51 am

girlkaz wrote:I will be your ambulance if you will be my accident and i will be your screech and crash if you will be my crutch and cast - TV On the Radio, Dreams

If you're so funny
Then why are you on your own tonight ?
And if you're so clever
Then why are you on your own tonight ?
If you're so very entertaining
Then why are you on your own tonight ?
If you're so very good-looking
Why do you sleep alone tonight ?
I know
Cause tonight is just like any other night
- The Smiths, I Know It's Over

When she wakes up in the morning
She writes down all her dreams
Reads like the book of revelations
Or the Beano or the unabridged ulysses
- The Libertines, What A Waster

I've been thinking it's a sign that the freckles in our eyes are mirror images and when we kiss they're perfectly alligned - The District Sleeps Alone Tonight by Postal Service

They say a watched pot wont ever boil, and you can't raise a baby on motor oil - Kettles by Arcade Fire

And I lay down on the top of a cliff, confessed my sins into the wind and the sky laid a feather in my mouth. Good Lord what a beautiful day for I'm travelling, unravelling this heavy heart away to forgive and forget myself. My enemies, my bruises washed away today - Patrick Wolf, Godrevy Point

I can dream that you're a slut. And when I wake up stiff please just feel free to use me. Then go to work and leave me wondering, what it was that made you choose me - Arab Strap, Dream Sequence

Pedal home pedal home your mother is baking your favourite apples this evening. Theres soup on the table but dont let go cold no no no
As you push your bike up the garden path you turn to the ocean
You watch as autumn takes its last breath of summer.
The pumpkin soup on the table the late september sun
Just dream of a future and then the sorrow is undone
- Patrick Wolf, Pumpkin Soup

To call for hands of above to lean on
Wouldn't be good enough for me
One night of magic rush
The start: A simple touch
One night to push and scream
And then relief
10 days of perfect tunes
The colours red and blue
We had a promise made
We were in love
- The Knife, Heartbeats

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.
Yeah, she is beautiful but she don't mean a thing to me.
- Death Cab For Cutie, Tiny Vessels

Mama tried to wash their faces but these kids had lost their graces and daddy lost at the raes too mant times- Damien Rice, Older Chests

I wrote a song for you today while I was sitting in my room. I jumped up on my bed today and played it on a broom. I didn't think that it would be a song that you would hear, but when I played it in my head, I made you reappear. I wrote a video for it and I acted out each part. Then I took your picture out and taped it to my heart. I've taped you to my heart dear girl, I've taped you to my heart and if you pull away from me you'll tear my life apart - Saul Williams, List of Demands

Is it still me that makes you sweat? Am I who you think about in bed?
When the lights are dim and your hands are shaking as you're sliding off your dress?
Then think of what you did. And how I hope to God he was worth it.
When the lights are dim and your heart is racing as you're fingers touch your skin.
I've got more wit, a better kiss, a hotter touch, a better fuck
Than any boy you'll ever meet, sweetie you had me
Girl I was it look past the sweat, a better love deserving of
Exchanging body heat in the passenger seat?
No, no, no you know it will always just be, me
- Panic! At The Disco, Lying is the Most Fun a Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off

Lover lover let's pretend, We're born as innocents, Cast into the world With apple eyes. To wish wish dangerous, My dear delirious, To try and leave the rest of us behind - Smashing Pumpkins, Geek USA


D'oh and you were doing so well until Panic At the Disco ;)
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Postby St. Alphonzo on Sat Mar 31, 2007 1:22 am

This just popped up randomly on my iPod... I haven't heard it for awhile, and it made me PAMPILASH!

Deteriorata - National Lampoon

Go placidly amid the noise and waste,
and remember what comfort there may be in owning a piece thereof.
Avoid quiet and passive persons, unless you are in need of sleep.
Rotate your tires.
Speak glowingly of those greater than yourself
and heed well their advice, even though they be turkeys.
Know what to kiss... and when.
Consider that two wrongs never make a right... but that three do.
Wherever possible, put people on hold.
Be comforted that in the face of all erridity and disillusionment,
and despite the changing fortunes of time,
there is always a big future in computer maintainance.

Remember the Pueblo.
Strive at all times to bend, fold, spindle, and mutilate.
Know yourself. If you need help, call the FBI.
Exercise caution in your daily affairs,
especially with those persons closest to you...
that lemon on your left, for instance.
Be assured that a walk through the ocean of most souls
would scarcely get your feet wet.
Fall not in love, therefore; it will stick to your face.
Gracefully surrender the things of youth:
birds, clean air, tuna, Taiwan,
and let not the sands of time get in your lunch.
Hire people with hooks.
For a good time call 606-4311. Ask for Ken.
Take heart amid the deepening gloom
that your dog is finally getting enough cheese,
and reflect that whatever misfortune may be your lot,
it could only be worse in Milwaukee.

You are a fluke of the Universe.
You have no right to be here,
and weather you can hear it or not,
the Universe is laughing behind your back.

Therefore, make peace with your god,
whatever you conceive him to be:
hairy thunderer or cosmic muffin.
With all its hopes, dreams, promises, and urban renewal,
the world continues to deteriorate.

Give up
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Postby minstrel on Sat Mar 31, 2007 1:37 am

Well, Phonz, I guess it's worthy of a chuckle. But I'm not that cynical, and I prefer the original version!

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Postby St. Alphonzo on Sat Mar 31, 2007 1:42 am

But you've gotta admit, the satire actually strikes closer to home than it did back in the early '70s, when NatLamp was at it's peak. That's pretty rare.

And yes, I am a cynical bastard. :)
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Postby burlivesleftnut on Tue Apr 03, 2007 11:06 pm

okay, I know this band is terribly unhip and KCBC will prolly ban me from this forum but:

Sitting here wasted and wounded
At this old piano
Trying hard to capture
The moment this morning I dont know
cause a bottle of vodka
Is still lodged in my head
And some blond gave me nightmares
I think shes still in my bed
As I dream about movies
They wont make of me when Im dead

With an ironclad fist I wake up and
French kiss the morning
While some marching band keeps
Its own beat in my head
While were talking
About all of the things that I long to believe
About love and the truth and
What you mean to me
And the truth is baby youre all that I need

I want to lay you on a bed of roses
For tonite I sleep on a bed on nails
I want to be just as close as the holy ghost is
And lay you down on bed of roses

Well Im so far away
That each step that I take is on my way home
A kings ransom in dimes Id given each night
Just to see through this payphone
Still I run out of time
Or its hard to get through
Till the bird on the wire flies me back to you
Ill just close my eyes and whisper,
Baby blind love is true

I want to lay you down on a bed of roses
For tonite I sleep on a bed on nails
I want to be just as close as the holy ghost is
And lay you down on bed of roses

The hotel bar hangover whiskeys gone dry
The barkeepers wigs crooked
And shes giving me the eye
I might have said yeah
But I laughed so hard I think I died

When you close your eyes
Know Ill be thinking about you
While my mistress she calls me
To stand in her spotlight again
Tonite I wont be alone
But you know that dont
Mean Im not lonely Ive got nothing to prove
For its you that Id die to defend

I want to lay you down on a bed of roses
For tonite I sleep on a bed on nails
I want to be just as close as the holy ghost is
And lay you down on bed of roses


Bon Jovi, Bed of Roses. I just love this song.
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Postby Mr. Nice Gaius on Tue Apr 03, 2007 11:35 pm

Richard Thompson - "1952 Vincent Black Lightning"

Said Red Molly to James - That's a fine motorbike.
A girl could feel special on any such like.
Said James to Red Molly - Well, my hat's off to you.
It's a Vincent Black Lightning, 1952.
And I've seen you at the corners and cafes it seems.
Red hair and black leather, my favorite color scheme.
And he pulled her on behind
and down to Boxhill they did ride.

Said James to Red Molly - Here's a ring for your righthand.
But I'll tell you in earnest, I'm a dangerous man.
I've fought with the law since I was seventeen.
I robbed many a man to get my Vincent machine.
Now I'm 21 years, I might make 22
And I don't mind dying for the love of you.
And if fate should break my stride
then I'll give you my Vincent to ride.

Come down, Red Molly - called Sergeant McRae.
For they've taken young James Adie for armed robbery.
Shotgun blast hit his chest, left nothing inside.
Come down, Red Molly to his dying bedside.
When she came to the hospital, there wasn't much left.
He was running out of road, he was running out of breath.
But he smiled to see her cry.
He said - I'll give you my Vincent to ride.

Said young James - In my opinion, there's nothing in this world
beats a '52 Vincent and a redheaded girl.
Now Nortons, and Indians, and Greeves won't do.
They don't have a soul like a Vincent '52.
He reached for her hand and he slipped her the keys.
He said - I've got no further use for these.
I see Angels and Ariels in leather and chrome
swooping down from Heaven to carry me home.

He gave her one last kiss and died.
And he gave her his Vincent to ride.
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Postby minstrel on Tue Apr 03, 2007 11:56 pm

Thanks, Gaius. That's a great song.

Here's another, perhaps a bit more obscure. I can't listen to this song without crying. I can't even read the lyrics without crying. God help me if I ever try to sing it.

“Small Victoryâ€
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Postby yaz67 on Wed Apr 04, 2007 12:28 am

Roland was a warrior from the Land of the Midnight Sun
With a Thompson gun for hire, fighting to be done
The deal was made in Denmark on a dark and stormy day
So he set out for Biafra to join the bloody fray

Through sixty-six and seven they fought the Congo war
With their fingers on their triggers, knee-deep in gore
For days and nights they battled the Bantu to their knees
They killed to earn their living and to help out the Congolese

Roland the Thompson gunner...

His comrades fought beside him - Van Owen and the rest
But of all the Thompson gunners, Roland was the best
So the CIA decided they wanted Roland dead
That son-of-a-bitch Van Owen blew off Roland's head

Roland the headless Thompson gunner
Norway's bravest son
Time, time, time
For another peaceful war
But time stands still for Roland
'Til he evens up the score
They can still see his headless body stalking through the night
In the muzzle flash of Roland's Thompson gun
In the muzzle flash of Roland's Thompson gun

Roland searched the continent for the man who'd done him in
He found him in Mombassa in a barroom drinking gin
Roland aimed his Thompson gun - he didn't say a word
But he blew Van Owen's body from there to Johannesburg

Roland the headless Thompson gunner...
The eternal Thompson gunner
still wandering through the night
Now it's ten years later but he still keeps up the fight
In Ireland, in Lebanon, in Palestine and Berkeley
Patty Hearst heard the burst of Roland's Thompson gun and bought it
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Postby yaz67 on Wed Apr 04, 2007 12:39 am

Someone's got it in for me, they're planting stories in the press
Whoever it is I wish they'd cut it out but when they will I can only guess.
They say I shot a man named Gray and took his wife to Italy,
She inherited a million bucks and when she died it came to me.
I can't help it if I'm lucky.

People see me all the time and they just can't remember how to act
Their minds are filled with big ideas, images and distorted facts.
Even you, yesterday you had to ask me where it was at,
I couldn't believe after all these years, you didn't know me better than that
Sweet lady.

Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your mouth,
Blowing down the backroads headin' south.
Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth,
You're an idiot, babe.
It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe.

I ran into the fortune-teller, who said beware of lightning that might strike
I haven't known peace and quiet for so long I can't remember what it's like.
There's a lone soldier on the cross, smoke pourin' out of a boxcar door,
You didn't know it, you didn't think it could be done, in the final end he won the wars
After losin' every battle.

I woke up on the roadside, daydreamin' 'bout the way things sometimes are
Visions of your chestnut mare shoot through my head and are makin' me see stars.
You hurt the ones that I love best and cover up the truth with lies.
One day you'll be in the ditch, flies buzzin' around your eyes,
Blood on your saddle.

Idiot wind, blowing through the flowers on your tomb,
Blowing through the curtains in your room.
Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth,
You're an idiot, babe.
It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe.

It was gravity which pulled us down and destiny which broke us apart
You tamed the lion in my cage but it just wasn't enough to change my heart.
Now everything's a little upside down, as a matter of fact the wheels have stopped,
What's good is bad, what's bad is good, you'll find out when you reach the top
You're on the bottom.

I noticed at the ceremony, your corrupt ways had finally made you blind
I can't remember your face anymore, your mouth has changed, your eyes don't look into mine.
The priest wore black on the seventh day and sat stone-faced while the building burned.
I waited for you on the running boards, near the cypress trees, while the springtime turned slowly into autumn.

Idiot wind, blowing like a circle around my skull,
From the Grand Coulee Dam to the Capitol.
Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth,
You're an idiot, babe.
It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe.

I can't feel you anymore, I can't even touch the books you've read
Every time I crawl past your door, I been wishin' I was somebody else instead.
Down the highway, down the tracks, down the road to ecstasy,
I followed you beneath the stars, hounded by your memory
And all your ragin' glory.

I been double-crossed now for the very last time and now I'm finally free,
I kissed goodbye the howling beast on the borderline which separated you from me.
You'll never know the hurt I suffered nor the pain I rise above,
And I'll never know the same about you, your holiness or your kind of love,
And it makes me feel so sorry.

Idiot wind, blowing through the buttons of our coats,
Blowing through the letters that we wrote.
Idiot wind, blowing through the dust upon our shelves,
We're idiots, babe.
It's a wonder we can even feed ourselves.
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Postby Mr. Nice Gaius on Wed Apr 04, 2007 1:17 am

minstrel wrote:Thanks, Gaius. That's a great song.


No problem. That's a nice one you posted there as well. I really liked the closing lines.

Sometimes I think "story songs" are the best songs. There's a timelessness to them which helps their overall transportive effect (like old ballads and folk sing alongs).

Of course I say all of this as a self-confessed shoegazer. :wink:
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Postby St. Alphonzo on Wed Apr 04, 2007 1:36 am

Since Zevon (and crying) have been broached this evening, I've gotta share this one. Unbelievably sad, considering what happened to the man:

"Don't Let Us Get Sick"

Don't let us get sick
Don't let us get old
Don't let us get stupid, all right?
Just make us be brave
And make us play nice
And let us be together tonight

The sky was on fire
When I walked to the mill
To take up the slack in the line
I thought of my friends
And the troubles they've had
To keep me from thinking of mine

Don't let us get sick
Don't let us get old
Don't let us get stupid, all right?
Just make us be brave
And make us play nice
And let us be together tonight

The moon has a face
And it smiles on the lake
And causes the ripples in Time
I'm lucky to be here
With someone I like
Who maketh my spirit to shine

Don't let us get sick
Don't let us get old
Don't let us get stupid, all right?
Just make us be brave
And make us play nice
And let us be together tonight


Jill Sobule does a heart-rending cover of this one as well.
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Postby Moriarty on Wed Apr 04, 2007 1:44 am

Paul Simon is one of my favorite lyricists, and so many of his songs tear me apart emotionally. I've always been partial to the song he wrote in the wake of his break-up with Carrie Fisher (the "half Jew" the song references), the title track from his album HEARTS AND BONES:

"One and one half wandering Jews
Free to wander whereever they choose
Are traveling together
In the Sangre De Christo, the Blood of Christ mountains
In New Mexico
On the last leg of a journey they started a long time ago
The arc of a love affair
Rainbows in the high desert air
Mountain passes slipping into stone
Their hearts and their bones
Hearts and bones
Hearts and bones

Thinking back to the season before
Looking back through the cracks in the door
Two people got married
The act was outrageous, the bride was contagious
She burned like a bride
These events may have some effect
On the man with the girl by his side
The arc of a love affair
His hands rolling down her hair
Love like lightning shakes them to the bone
Their hearts and their bones
Hearts and bones
Hearts and bones

And whoa-oh-oh, she says why...
Why don't we drive through the night?
We'll wake up down in Mexico?

Ohhh, I, I don't know nothing about,
Nothing about no Mexico

Tell me why, why don't you love
For who I am, where I am?

He says, cause that's not the way the world works, baby
This is how I love you, baby
This is how I love you.

One and one half wandering Jews
Return to their natural course
To resume old acquaintances
Step out occasionally
And speculate who had been damaged the most
Easy time will determine if these consolations
Will be their reward
The arc of a love affair
Waiting to be restored
You take two bodies
And you twirl them into one
Their hearts and their bones
And they won't come undone
Hearts and bones
Hearts and bones
Hearts and bones"

And I think if you post to this thread, you should be able to type the lyrics without any reference material at all. Otherwise, how big a mark could they possibly have made on you?
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Postby St. Alphonzo on Wed Apr 04, 2007 1:54 am

Paul Simon is truly amazing. I sing my kids to sleep with "St. Judy's Comet" several times a week.
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Postby Adam Balm on Wed Apr 04, 2007 1:59 am

The immortal Gary Jules...

They never tell you...truth is subjective
They only tell you not to lie
They never tell you...there's strength in vulnerability
They only tell you not to cry

But I've been living underground
Sleeping on the way
And finding something else to say
Is like walking on the freeway

They never tell you...you don't need to be ashamed
They only tell you to deny
So is it true that only good girls go to heaven?
They only sell you what you buy

And I've been living underground
Sleeping on the way
And finding something else to say
Is like walking on the freeway

I've been living underground
Trying not to burn
And finding something else to learn
At Hollywood and western
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Postby Moriarty on Wed Apr 04, 2007 2:04 am

If I had to pick one album that just knocked me flat lyrically, it was the first time I heard Lou Reed's NEW YORK. Holy shit, what a great piece of writing. Scathingly angry, painfully beautiful at times, and funny as shit.

This is one of my very favorite tracks on the album, "Romeo Had Juliette":

"Caught between the twisted stars
The plotted lines the faulty map
That brought Columbus to New York
Betwixt between the East and West
He calls on her wearing a leather vest
The earth squeals and shudders to a halt
A diamond crucifix in his ear
Is used to help ward off the fear
That he has left his soul in someone's rented car

Inside his pants he hides a mop
To clean the mess that he has dropped
Into the life of lithesome Juliette Bell

And Romeo wanted Juliette
And Juliette wanted Romeo
And Romeo wanted Juliette
And Juliette wanted Romeo

Romeo Rodriguez squares
His shoulders and curses Jesus
Runs a comb through his black pony-tail
He's thinking of his lonely room
The sink that by his bed gives off a stink
Then smells her perfume in his eyes
And her voice was like a bell

Outside the street were steaming the crack
Dealers were dreaming
Of an Uzi someone had just scored
I betcha I could hit that light
With my one good arm behind my back
Says little Joey Diaz
Brother give me another tote
Those downtown hoods are no damn good
Those Italians need a lesson to be taught
This cop who died in Harlem
You think they'd get the warnin'
I was dancing when his brains run out on the street

And Romeo had Juliette
And Juliette had her Romeo
And Romeo had Juliette
And Juliette had her Romeo

I'll take Manhattan in a garbage bag
With Latin written on it that says
'It's hard to give a shit these days'
Manhattan's sinking like a rock
Into the filthy Hudson what a shock
They wrote a book about it
They said it was like ancient Rome

The perfume burned his eyes
Holding tightly to her thighs
And something flickered for a minute
And then it vanished and was gone"
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Postby minstrel on Wed Apr 04, 2007 2:07 am

Paul Simon is one of the greatest songwriters of all time.

I was listening to "America" the other day, and marvelling at the sheer audacity of it. It came out in the 60s, when songs were pretty formulaic. But it doesn't have a single rhyme in it anywhere. That's pretty daring, in a soft-rock folkie way.
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