favorite song lyrics!

Discussion in 'Art & Culture' started by charles cure, Jun 12, 2006.

  1. 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
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  3. thedevilsreject Registered Senior Abuser Registered Senior Member

    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
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  5. RoyLennigan Registered Senior Member

    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....
    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
    and they also threw this in my face:
    they said
    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
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  7. thedevilsreject Registered Senior Abuser Registered Senior Member

    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
  8. Fraggle Rocker Staff Member

    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.

    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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    <span id="jiggle0" class="jc"><b>Белые друзья: Многоточие__________White friends: Mnogotochie

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    Я бегу от себя от жуткой нереальности.
    В нормальном состоянии ячую прифкус ненормальности.
    Простые формальности доводят меня до крайностей.
    Я не вижу в этом даже доли случайности.
    Ведь так происходит всегда, когда день не смазан белым
    И даже солнце в синем небе мне будет казаться серым.
    И мне точно не помугат ваши центры реабилетации,
    В которых даже улыбка требует денежной компенсации.
    Такие ассоциации имел я в ротовые формации
    И грязные ассигнации не дают здоровья нации , не дают здоровья нации!

    yes yes i know, its russian rap, i love this song.

    Last edited: Jun 12, 2006
  10. allisone417 i'll be in my room Registered Senior Member

    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.


    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.

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  11. cato less hate, more science Registered Senior Member

    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:

    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)
  12. Fraggle Rocker Staff Member

    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.
  13. BSFilter Nature has no kindess/illwill Registered Senior Member


    Strong if I can
    But I am only a man
    So I take her to the can
    Its the wrong way.
  14. 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.
  15. geodesic "The truth shall make ye fret" Registered Senior Member

    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!
  16. thedevilsreject Registered Senior Abuser Registered Senior Member

    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

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