lyriclicious

There are so many songs I love and lyrics that are great.

 

true true very true.....post some!

 

Just another day that brings it all about, just another day nothings any good-king of sorrow, sade

 

come on people. post more.

 

Alright, here's a little ditty for you, another Geggy Tah tune called Don't Close The Door:

When she left, she packed light
No luggage allowed on that redeye flight
I wonder what she had for her free drink
I hope she got a pillow
Don't close the door

I hope that someone meets her at the gate
I hope that they're there on time
And they can skip baggage check
Beautiful
Don't close the door.

She went up she couldn't go west
The ocean held (her) in like a breast
By a brassiere of broken land
I can still see her
Don't close the door

Now I've no need for a peephole
For I can see clearly now
No sacred cow I miss you
I can't close the door
You went through
I can't close the door
To my heart
I can't close the door
To my love

 

---sarah mclachlan
Don't make no difference,
escape one last time.
It's easier to believe in this sweet madness,
Oh, this glorious sadness,
that brings me to my knees.

---gladys night
I'd rather live in his world
Than live without him in mine.
Go, gonna board, gonna board,
Gonna board the midnight train.
Gotta go, gonna board
Gonna board
Gonna board the midnight train

---Edwin McCain
Rain falls angry on the tin roof
As we lie awake in my bed
You're my survival, you're my living proof
My love is alive not dead
Tell me that we belong together
Dress it up with the trappings of love
I'll be captivated I'll hang from your lips
Instead of the gallows of heartache, that hang from above

---red hot chili peppers
sometimes i feel like i dont have a partner
sometimes i feel like my only friend
is the city i live in, the city of angels
lonely as i am
together we cry

 

I don't care what time it is, just as long as there's still time to get down
Bright sun comin' up, Orange sun goin' down, dark with no moon or fire in the sky
All alone or with my friends sittin' at home or 'round the campfire
I think I found myself a stone, a feeling deep inside that keeps me high
And when I find myself alone, the highness deep inside my gets me by

Every day I find myself a little bit more time to get down
Sometimes it's hard to find the time, standin' in line or tangled in the workin' vine
But I know it's good for my soul, I'd rather get down than get old
I think I found myself a stone, a feeling deep inside that keeps me high
And when I find myself alone, the highness deep inside me gets me by

 

I've been down a lonely street tonight
And I don't know what's wrong with me
The clouds cover up the Dublin sky
I don't know what's left of me
I don't know what's right with me
And I've tried to keep my distance
And I've sung Amazing Grace
I've tarnished all our memories
But there'll always be a trace of you
Of you

I remember laughing on that river's edge
Trying to get you to jump with me
Trying to get you to fall for me
And your trembling heart it beat so fast
Holdings hands you promised me
Holding hands we counted to three
And I felt your slipping fingers
And I saw you change your mind
If I hadn't dragged you in with me
You would have let me dive without you

They sent you all the way from Hollywood
And maybe that Dublin sky was changing you
It put diamonds in your eyes
I always thought we were going to make it through
But I wanted to hear it first from you

How many days am I going to regret you?
How many nights till I forget you?
Have I been wasting all those years?
Held down by these tears?
How many dreams have I left deserted?
How many hopes have been diverted?
Have I been buried in the dirt?
Held down by this hurt?

How many loads did I let you hijack?
How many ways can I stand here in playback?
How did I end up lying here
Crying underneath the Dublin sky?

How many days am I going to regret you?
How many nights till I forget you?
Have I been wasting all these years?
Drowning in my tears?

 

He drowns in his dreams
An exquisite extreme I know
Hes as dumb as he seems
And more heaven than a heart could hold
And if I try to save him
My whole world could cave in
It just aint right
It just aint right

Oh when I dont know
I dont know what hes after
But hes so beautiful
Such a beautiful disaster
And if I could hold on
Through the tears and the laughter
Would it be beautiful?
Or just a beautiful disaster

His magical myth
As strong as with I believe
A tragedy with
More damage than a soul should see
And do I try to change him
So hard not to blame him
Hold on tight
Hold on tight

Oh cuz I dont know
I dont know what hes after
But hes so beautiful
Such a beautiful disaster
And if I could hold on
Through the tears and the laughter
Would it be beautiful?
Or just a beautiful disaster

Im longing for love and the logical
But hes only happy hysterical
Im waiting for some kind of miracle
Waited so long
So long

Hes soft to the touch
But afraid at the end he breaks
Hes never enough
And still leaves more than I can take
Oh cuz I dont know
I dont know what hes after
But hes so beautiful
Such a beautiful disaster
And if I could hold on
Through the tears and the laughter
Would it be beautiful?
Or just a beautiful disaster

Hes beautiful
Such a beautiful disaster

 

As soon as you're born they make you feel small
By giving you no time instead of it all
Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

They hurt you at home and they hit you at school
They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool
Till you're so ------- crazy you can't follow their rules
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

When they've tortured and scared you for twenty odd years
Then they expect you to pick a career
When you can't really function you're so full of fear
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV
And you think you're so clever and classless and free
But you're still ------- peasants as far as I can see
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

There's room at the top they are telling you still
But first you must learn how to smile as you kill
If you want to be like the folks on the hill
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

If you want to be a hero well just follow me
If you want to be a hero well just follow me

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Well I just took a left on 57 South.
With a stogie in my hand and a lighter in my mouth.
There's a transient in the backseat and my dog is riding 'gun.
We're making easy money and we're always on the run.

When you're pimping ho's in style, there's just one place to be.
It's nestled in the corner of southwestern Tennessee.
My dog who knew the King he told me just the other day.
The only one from Memphis is the Presley's Adelay.

Making Easy Money Pimping Hos In Style.
The only one from Memphis is at Graceland.
Making Easy Money Pimping Hos In Style.
It's good to have you in the band.

Adelay is in bthe backseat and the money's in the tank.
The cops are right behind us on a beeline from the ank.
With the pedal to the floor we pass the border and we're free.
And fading in the rearview is Memphis, Tennessee.

Making Easy Money Pimping Hos In Style.
The only one from Memphis is at Graceland.
Making Easy Money Pimping Hos In Style.
It's good to have you in the band.

 

Brian Eno - "Some of Them Are Old"

People come and go and forget to close the door
And they leave their stains and cigarette butts trampled on the floor
And when they do, remember me, remember me.

Some of them are old, some of them are new
Some of them will turn up when you least expect them to
And when they do, remember me, remember me.

Lucy you're my girl, Lucy you're a star
Lucy please be still and hide your madness in a jar
But do beware, it will follow you, it will follow you.

Some of them are old but it would help if you could smile
To earn a crooked sixpence you'll walk many crooked miles
And as you do, remember me, remember me.

Bob Dylan - "It's All Over Now, Baby Blue"

You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last.
But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast.
Yonder stands your orphan with his gun,
Crying like a fire in the sun.
Look out the saints are comin' through
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.

The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense.
Take what you have gathered from coincidence.
The empty-handed painter from your streets
Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets.
This sky, too, is folding under you
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.

All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home.
All your reindeer armies, are all going home.
The lover who just walked out your door
Has taken all his blankets from the floor.
The carpet, too, is moving under you
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.

Leave your stepping stones behind, something calls for you.
Forget the dead you've left, they will not follow you.
The vagabond who's rapping at your door
Is standing in the clothes that you once wore.
Strike another match, go start anew
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.

Arthur Brown's "Spontaneous Apple Creation." Nice.

 

ive got a cheerleader here who wants to do my paper
let her do all the work, an maybe later ill rape her
oh god i am the american dream
with a spindel up my butt till it makes me scream
and im a handsome son of a bitch
am i a girl or a guy, i dont know which

 

I like big butts and I cannot lie,
You other brothers can't deny,
When a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist
and a round thing in your face
you get SPRUNG!

 

Haunted

A swollen sun melting at the horizon
Between the sheets I wait for her to come

A living flame, impossible to resist
Burning me deep with every bite, kiss and lick

I'm haunted
I'm haunted
I'm haunted (by her)

Invades my sleep with tumescent intentions
Hades I'm sure must be missing a demon

I hate the morning
I hate the morning

From the panes a green mist swirls
Is it a shadow of reflection?
This apparition in moon beams bathed
A voice like wind through trees beckons
Cool rain on hot summer stone
The odor fills my presence
Of freshly dug grave and death and night
These things are her essence
Nocturnal mistress, spirit lover
Your mouth of wine and woodsmoke taste
My goddess of the violet twilight
You are lust incarnate
In the sweat of my bed
The eastern sky hints of dawning
Alone and awake but exhausted I lie
Oh how I hate the morning

I hate the morning (light)
I hate the morning (light)
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Wolf Moon (including Zoanthropic Paranoia)

The 28th day
She'll be bleeding again
And in lupine ways
We'll alleviate the pain

Unholy water
Sanguine addiction
Those silver bullets
A last blood benediction

It is her moon time
When there's iron in the air
A rusted essence
Woman may I know you're there

Hey wolf moon
Come cast your spell on me
Hey wolf moon
Come cast your spell on me

Don't spill a drop dear
Let me kiss the curse away
Yourself in my mouth
Will you leave me with your taste?

Beware
The woods at night
Beware
The Lunar light

So in this gray haze
We'll be meating again
And on that great day
I will tease you all the same
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Sol in prime sweet summertime
Cast shadows of doubt on my face
A midday sun, its caustic hues
Refracting within the still lake

Autumn in her flaming dress
Of orange, brown, gold fallen leaves
My mistress of the frigid night
I worship pray to on my knees

Winter's breath of filthy snow
Befrosted paths to the unknown
Have my lips turned true purple
Life is coming to an end
So says me, me wiccan friend
Nature coming full circle
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Dark Side Of The Womb

We Hate Everyone

Right wing commies
Leftist Nazis
Point their fingers
Rumours linger

We don't care what you think

Branded sexist
Labelled racist
Want it clearer?
Check the mirror

We don't care what you think

Lies and slander in vain try to shame us
Riots, protests, violence just makes us famous
TV interviews, free publicity
Increase record sales dramatically

The left they say I'm a facist
The right calling me communist
Hate, hate, hate hatred for all
one and all
No matter what you believe
Don't believe in you - and that's true

Some would say that we're biased
Accusations that we are racist
Well, shit comes in all hues
Now this means you
Cause things ain't always like they seem

We hate everyone

We don't care what you think
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Der Untermensch

a. Socioparasite

Hey you on public assistance
Why don't you get a job?
Sell some dope and buy some pride
It's the only thing you couldn't rob

Socioparasite
Socioparasite

How does it feel to live for free?
Get off society's back
Skells like you allowed to live
You wonder why we're taxed
şŃşÓ
Socioparasite
Socioparasite

b. Waste of Life

Waste of life
You're a waste of life

Getting fucked up on Classon Avenue
Smoking crack and drinking booze
Spike in your arm
No money for food
But there's plenty of gas in your BMW

There's a dopewhore waiting at home
Dealing your shit on the chemophone
Poor Tawana gets born with a birth defect
But it only increases your welfare check

Been doing some thinking and I have an answer
To arrest the spreading cancer
Send you back to where you came from
Get the fuck rid of you (sub)human scum

If you don't pay taxes you shouldn't vote
So get in line and get back on the boat
I'd love to tear down all those projects
Kiss my ass home relief reject

Waste of life
You're a waste of life
Waste of life
You're a waste of life
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shit i already added that one i think. ah well fuck it

 

orange1 2 3 4 yeah thats right 5 6 tidahehe7 8

 

light up light up even if you cannot hear my voice, ill be right beside my dear

 

ha i just realized i posted like 14 lyrics. ha. wow.

 

This song cracks me up every time I hear it.

Ani DiFranco - Puddle Dive

i'm still here because
i've got nothing else to do
you're an asshole
but i'm getting used to you
i like the fact that
you talk incessantly
i got a thing for assholes
who tell good stories

i think that drinking
is the only thing that you do right
you're gonna self-destruct
i think that's what i like
you like me so you try and make me
feel like shit
i think it's kind of funny yeah
i kind of enjoy it

if you're gonna do it, overdo it
that's how you know you're alive
go ahead, take yourself a coma nap
take a puddle dive

you said, this is my bedroom window
you said, this is my view
you said, lie down here with me
and see the things that i do
like you were trying to tell me something
about the way you live
like you would give me something
if you had something to give

and for all your talk
you don't say much that's real
i think i know more than you
about the way that you feel
i understand your anger
and your apathy
i think if i was you,
you're who i'd be

i'm still here
'cause i got nothing else to do
you're an asshole but
i'm getting used to you
i could love you, yeah
i've entertained the thought
but i could never like you
so i guess i'd better not

 

oh, I love you jeff buckley

 

i like:

And all that is now
And all that is gone
And all that's to come
And everything under the sun is in tune
but the sun is eclipsed by the moon.

and:

Been Dazed and Confused for so long it's not true.

and:

It was late in evening, and all the music's seeping through.

and:

survival by loss of direction, and meaningful conversation

too many to choose from