i am willing to bet a thread like this exists somewhere else but since i couldn't find it, here we go: post you favorite song lyrics, snippets or the whole song. and give credit where its due so we know where it came from. mine currently happen to be the lyrics to a song called "like suicide" by soundgarden, from the superunknown record. i'm not sure why, but im into it recently - Heard it from another room Eyes were waking up just to fall asleep Love's like suicide Dazed out in a garden bed With a broken neck lays my broken gift Just like suicide And my last ditch Was my last brick Lent to finish her Finish her Bit down on the bullet now I had a taste so sour I had to think of something sweet Love's like suicide Safe outside my gilded cage With an ounce of pain I wield a ton of rage Just like suicide With eyes of blood And bitter blue How I feel for you I feel for you She lived like a murder How she'd fly so sweetly She lived like a murder But she died Just like suicide Music: Cornell; Lyrics: Cornell
soe of the funniest lyrics i have heard come from the shirehorses some of the lyrics include 'and when im lying in my bed looking at his meat spread wishing i was dead' to the tune of robbie williams angels
1983 (A Merman I Should Turn To Be) by Jimi Hendrix Hurrah i awake from yesterday alive but the war is here to stay so my love catherina and me decide to take our last walk through the noise to the sea not to die but to be re-born away from a life so battered and torn.... forever... oh say can you see its really such a mess every inch of earth is a fighting nest giant pencil and lip-stick tube shaped things continue to rain and cause screaming pain and the arctic stains from silver blue to bloody red as our feet find the sand and the sea is strait ahead.. strait ahead..... well its too bad that our friends cant be with us today well thats too bad "the machine that we built would never save us" thats what they say (thats why they aint coming with us today) and they also said "its impossible for man to live and breath underwater.. forever" was their main complaint (yeah) and they also threw this in my face: they said anyway you know good well it would be beyond the will of God and the grace of the King (grace of the King yeah yeah) so my darling and I make love in the sand to salute the last moment ever on dry land our machine has done its work played its part well without a scratch on our bodies and we bid it farewell starfish and giant foams greet us with a smile before our heads go under we take a last look at the killing noise of the out of style... the out of style, out of style
time - pink floyd Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day You fritter and waste the hours in an off-hand way Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town Waiting for someone or something to show you the way Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today And then the one day you find ten years have got behind you No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking And racing around to come up behind you again The sun is the same in the relative way, but you're older And shorter of breath and one day closer to death Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines Hanging on in quiet desparation is the English way The time is gone the song is over, thought I'd something more to say Home, home again I like to be here when I can When I come home cold and tired It's good to warm my bones beside the fire Far away, across the field, tolling on the iron bell Calls the faithful to their knees And hear the softly spoken magic spell
So today a friend told me a sorry tale, As he stood there trembling and turning pale. He said, "Each day's harder to get on the scale, Sort of like Jacob Marley's chain." And it's not like life is such a vale of tears. It's just full of thoughts that act as souvenirs Of those tiny blunders made in yesteryears That comprise Jacob Marley's chain. -Bridge- Well, I had a little metaphor to state my case. It encompassed the condition of the human race. But to my dismay, it left without a trace... All except for the sound of Jacob Marley's chain. Now there's no more story left for me to tell. So I guess I'll just be heading straight for hell, Where there's a snowball's chance that the personnel Will have to carry Jacob Marley's chain. --Aimee Mann, "Jacob Marley's Chain"
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pink floyd -- wish you were here So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell blue skies from pain Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil? Do you think you can tell? And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts? Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cool breeze? Cold comfort for change? And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage? How I wish, how I wish you were here... We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year, Running over the same old ground. What have we found? The same old fears. Wish you were here. Indochine TES YEUX NOIRS Hey, viens la, viens avec moi, ne pars pas sans moi Oh oh Viens-la, reste-la, ne pars pas sans moi Hey, tu prends tes vêtements, tu les mets sur toi Eh, cette nuit, dans ce lit, t'étais si jolie... Mais qu'est-ce qui brille sur nos regards Ce sont tes yeux noirs Un corps muscle, des cheveux courts Tu ressembles a un garçon Et je sens ta peau même sans lumière Les serpents sont légendaires Ou vas-tu, les yeux noirs Tu t'en vas vers nulle part Allez, viens la, viens avec moi, ne pars pas sans moi Hey, viens la, reste la ne pars plus sans moi Hey, tu prends tes vêtements tu les mets sur toi Hey, cette nuit, dans ce lit, tu es si jolie... On se reverra tous les jours des notre retour Prends tes vêtements, he, tu as froid Et mets-les sur toi Mais tu cries dans l'eau même en hiver Et brillent tes yeux noirs Ou vas-tu quand tu pars Dans la rue, vers nulle part Allez, viens la, viens avec moi, ne pars plus sans moi Allez, viens la, reste la, ne pars plus sans moi Hey, cette nuit, par ici, tu es si jolie Hey, tu prends tes vêtements tu les mets sur toi... Allez, viens la, viens avec moi, ne pars plus sans moi Allez, viens la, reste la, ne pars plus sans moi Hey, tu prends tes vêtements tu les mets sur toi Hey, cette nuit, dans ce lit, t'étais si jolie... yes yes i know, its french pop, leave me the fuck alone, i love this song. Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image!
firstly, let me say that people should try and limit their quotations to pieces of the song (say a verse) because some people (I for one) don't care to read 30 lines of lyrics to try and find what you think is cool about it. anyway, I like this one from dylan: -------------------------------- Mona tried to tell me To stay away from the train line. She said that all the railroad men Just drink up your blood like wine. An' I said, "Oh, I didn't know that, But then again, there's only one I've met An' he just smoked my eyelids An' punched my cigarette." -------------------------------- I think this one (also from dylan) is a perfect commentary of popular music (whether it be pop, rap, or country) -------------------------------- From the fool's gold mouthpiece The hollow horn plays wasted words Proves to warn That he not busy being born Is busy dying. (the entire song is full of great lyrics, you should read them: http://www.bobdylan.com/songs/itsalright.html) ----------------------------------- I know a girl (sadly, not single) that makes me feel like this one from floyd: ----------------------------------------------- Across the clouds I see my shadow fly Out of the corner of my watering eye A dream unthreatened by the morning light Could blow this soul right through the roof of the night There's no sensation to compare with this Suspended animation, A state of bliss Can't keep my eyes from the circling skies Tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I (corny, I know)
OK, how's this: Hey Momma! Look at me! I'm on my way to the "Promised Land"! --AC/DC, "Highway to Hell" I love the way they play with words. Or for goosebumps of nostalgia: Somewhere near Salinas, Lord, I let her slip away, Looking for a home I hope she'll find. But I'd trade all my tomorrows for a single yesterday, Holding Bobbie's body next to mine. --Kris Kristofferson, "Me and Bobby McGee" It's about missing the entire era, not just the girl. The 1960s had to end because our women grew up.
i love the lyrics to this song called "learning an enemy" by a band from Detroit called Thoughts of Ionesco. this is the best part i think - think of me as you try to sleep. feel my will as you try to live, oh yeah. i want the pain, i want the black part of your life.
Cato: Interesting choice of Floyd - I always feel that A Momentary Lapse Of Reason is very weak lyrically compared to their other albums. As for my favourites: And everything under the Sun is in tune, But the Sun is eclipsed by the Moon or Echoes, or A House by Doves, or Coincidence by I Am Kloot... It's just so hard to choose!
New blood joins this earth And quikly he's subdued Through constant pained disgrace The young boy learns their rules With time the child draws in This whipping boy done wrong Deprived of all his thoughts The young man struggles on and on he's known A vow unto his own That never from this day His will they'll take away They dedicate their lives To running all of his He tries to please them all This bitter man he is Throughout his life the same He's battled constantly This fight he cannot win A tired man they see no longer cares The old man then prepares To die regretfully That old man here is me
