Because all those darned Pink Floyd lyrics have to go somewhere.
Simple, really. Just post any song lyrics you find cool, funny, heartwarming or thought-provoking. Or just generally awesome. Who knows, you might discover some cool new bands, too! :buddy:
Anyway:
[i]Hear the sound of music drifting in the aisles
Elevator prozac stretching on for miles
The music of the future will not entertain
It's only meant to repress and neutralise your brain
Soul gets squeezed out
Edges get blunt
Demographic
Gives what you want
[/i]
[b]The Sound of Muzak[/b] by Porcupine Tree
[sp]"oh boy it's this thread again" probably.[/sp]
Weird, I was pretty much planning on posting Porcupine Tree here, but I've been ninja'd by the OP :v:
Anyway have some Riverside, from the buildup of Dance with the Shadows. Just generally love the lyrics for this section, always end up grinning like a retard by the last line
[i]I'm standing on the edge, about to fall
In the middle of the point of no return
Trying to forget those days I failed to act
I'm not going to back out
I've come too far
I can almost see the light
Feel its warmth
And touch the moment I was waiting for so long
I carried all before me
Now the die is cast
With open arms I'm standing out against my past[/i]
Avatar is related
Posted this in another thread awhile ago but anyways
[quote]Really don't mind if you sit this one out.
My words but a whisper -- your deafness a SHOUT.
I may make you feel but I can't make you think.
Your sperm's in the gutter -- your love's in the sink.
So you ride yourselves over the fields and
you make all your animal deals and
your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick.
And the sand-castle virtues are all swept away in
the tidal destruction
the moral melee.
The elastic retreat rings the close of play as the last wave uncovers
the newfangled way.
But your new shoes are worn at the heels and
your suntan does rapidly peel and
your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick.
And the love that I feel is so far away:
I'm a bad dream that I just had today -- and you
shake your head and
say it's a shame.
Spin me back down the years and the days of my youth.
Draw the lace and black curtains and shut out the whole truth.
Spin me down the long ages: let them sing the song.
See there! A son is born -- and we pronounce him fit to fight.
There are black-heads on his shoulders, and he pees himself in the night.
We'll
make a man of him
put him to trade
teach him
to play Monopoly and
to sing in the rain.
The Poet and the painter casting shadows on the water --
as the sun plays on the infantry returning from the sea.
The do-er and the thinker: no allowance for the other --
as the failing light illuminates the mercenary's creed.
The home fire burning: the kettle almost boiling --
but the master of the house is far away.
The horses stamping -- their warm breath clouding
in the sharp and frosty morning of the day.
And the poet lifts his pen while the soldier sheaths his sword.
And the youngest of the family is moving with authority.
Building castles by the sea, he dares the tardy tide to wash them all aside.
The cattle quietly grazing at the grass down by the river
where the swelling mountain water moves onward to the sea:
the builder of the castles renews the age-old purpose
and contemplates the milking girl whose offer is his need.
The young men of the household have
all gone into service and
are not to be expected for a year.
The innocent young master -- thoughts moving ever faster --
has formed the plan to change the man he seems.
And the poet sheaths his pen while the soldier lifts his sword.
And the oldest of the family is moving with authority.
Coming from across the sea, he challenges the son who puts him to the run.
What do you do when
the old man's gone -- do you want to be him? And
your real self sings the song.
Do you want to free him?
No one to help you get up steam --
and the whirlpool turns you `way off-beam.
LATER.
I've come down from the upper class to mend your rotten ways.
My father was a man-of-power whom everyone obeyed.
So come on all you criminals!
I've got to put you straight just like I did with my old man --
twenty years too late.
Your bread and water's going cold.
Your hair is too short and neat.
I'll judge you all and make damn sure that no-one judges me.
You curl your toes in fun as you smile at everyone -- you meet the stares.
You're unaware that your doings aren't done.
And you laugh most ruthlessly as you tell us what not to be.
But how are we supposed to see where we should run?
I see you shuffle in the courtroom with
your rings upon your fingers and
your downy little sidies and
your silver-buckle shoes.
Playing at the hard case, you follow the example of the comic-paper idol
who lets you bend the rules.
So!
Come on ye childhood heroes!
Won't you rise up from the pages of your comic-books
your super crooks
and show us all the way.
Well! Make your will and testament. Won't you?
Join your local government.
We'll have Superman for president
let Robin save the day.
You put your bet on number one and it comes up every time.
The other kids have all backed down and they put you first in line.
And so you finally ask yourself just how big you are --
and take your place in a wiser world of bigger motor cars.
And you wonder who to call on.
So! Where the hell was Biggles when you needed him last Saturday?
And where were all the sportsmen who always pulled you though?
They're all resting down in Cornwall --
writing up their memoirs for a paper-back edition
of the Boy Scout Manual.
LATER.
See there! A man born -- and we pronounce him fit for peace.
There's a load lifted from his shoulders with the discovery of his disease.
We'll
take the child from him
put it to the test
teach it
to be a wise man
how to fool the rest.
QUOTE
We will be geared to the average rather than the exceptional
God is an overwhelming responsibility
we walked through the maternity ward and saw 218 babies wearing nylons
cats are on the upgrade
upgrade? Hipgrave. Oh, Mac.
LATER
In the clear white circles of morning wonder,
I take my place with the lord of the hills.
And the blue-eyed soldiers stand slightly discoloured (in neat little rows)
sporting canvas frills.
With their jock-straps pinching, they slouch to attention,
while queueing for sarnies at the office canteen.
Saying -- how's your granny and
good old Ernie: he coughed up a tenner on a premium bond win.
The legends (worded in the ancient tribal hymn) lie cradled
in the seagull's call.
And all the promises they made are ground beneath the sadist's fall.
The poet and the wise man stand behind the gun,
and signal for the crack of dawn.
Light the sun.
Do you believe in the day? Do you?
Believe in the day! The Dawn Creation of the Kings has begun.
Soft Venus (lonely maiden) brings the ageless one.
Do you believe in the day?
The fading hero has returned to the night -- and fully pregnant with the day,
wise men endorse the poet's sight.
Do you believe in the day? Do you? Believe in the day!
Let me tell you the tales of your life of
your love and the cut of the knife
the tireless oppression
the wisdom instilled
the desire to kill or be killed.
Let me sing of the losers who lie in the street as the last bus goes by.
The pavements ar empty: the gutters run red -- while the fool
toasts his god in the sky.
So come all ye young men who are building castles!
Kindly state the time of the year and join your voices in a hellish chorus.
Mark the precise nature of your fear.
Let me help you pick up your dead as the sins of the father are fed
with
the blood of the fools and
the thoughts of the wise and
from the pan under your bed.
Let me make you a present of song as
the wise man breaks wind and is gone while
the fool with the hour-glass is cooking his goose and
the nursery rhyme winds along.
So! Come all ye young men who are building castles!
Kindly state the time of the year and join your voices in a hellish chorus.
Mark the precise nature of your fear.
See! The summer lightning casts its bolts upon you
and the hour of judgement draweth near.
Would you be
the fool stood in his suit of armour or
the wiser man who rushes clear.
So! Come on ye childhood heroes!
Won't your rise up from the pages of your comic-books
your super-crooks and
show us all the way.
Well! Make your will and testament.
Won't you? Join your local government.
We'll have Superman for president
let Robin save the day.
So! Where the hell was Biggles when you needed him last Saturday?
And where were all the sportsmen who always pulled you through?
They're all resting down in Cornwall -- writing up their memoirs
for a paper-back edition of the Boy Scout Manual.
OF COURSE
So you ride yourselves over the fields and
you make all your animal deals and
your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick.[/quote]
[editline]25th March 2011[/editline]
Plus:
[quote]"Do you still see me even here?"
(The silver cord lies on the ground.)
"And so I'm dead", the young man said
over the hill (not a wish away).
My friends (as one) all stand aligned
although their taxis came too late.
There was a rush along the Fulham Road.
There was a hush in the Passion Play.
Such a sense of glowing in the aftermath
ripe with rich attainments all imagined
sad misdeeds in disarray
the sore thumb screams aloud,
echoing out of the Passion Play.
All the old familiar choruses come crowding in a different key:
Melodies decaying in sweet dissonance.
There was a rush along the Fulham Road
into the Ever-passion Play.
And who comes here to wish me well?
A sweetly-scented angel fell.
She laid her head upon my disbelief
and bathed me with her ever-smile.
And with a howl across the sand
I go escorted by a band of gentlemen in leather bound
NO-ONE (but someone to be found).
All along the icy wastes there are faces smiling in the gloom.
Roll up roll down, Feeling unwound? Step into the viewing room.
The cameras were all around. We've got you taped; you're in the play.
Here's your I.D. (Ideal for identifying one and all.)
Invest your life in the memory bank; ours the interest and we thank you.
The ice-cream lady wets her drawers, to see you in the passion play.
Take the prize for instant pleasure, captain of the cricket team
public speaking in all weathers, a knighthood from a queen.
All of your best friends' telephones never cooled from the heat of your hand.
from your hand.....
There's a line in a front-page story, 13 horses that also-ran.
also ran.....
Climb in your old umbrella. Does it have a nasty tear in the dome?
in the dome.....
But the rain only gets in sometimes and the sun never leaves you alone,
you alone.....
you alone.....
you alone.....
you alone.....
Lover of the black and white it's your first night.
The Passion Play, goes all the way, spoils your insight.
Tell me how the baby's made, how the lady's laid,
why the old dog howls in sadness.
And your little sister's immaculate virginity wings away
on the bony shoulders of a young horse named George
who stole surreptitiously into her geography revision.
(The examining body examined her body.)
Actor of the low-high Q, let's hear your view.
Peek at the lines upon your sleeves since your memory won't do.
Tell me: how the baby's graded, how the lady's faded,
why the old dogs howl with madness.
All of this and some of that's the only way to skin the cat.
And now you've lost a skin or two, you're for us and we for you.
The dressing room is right behind, We've got you taped, you're in the play.
How does it feel to be in the play?
How does it feel to play the play?
How does it feel to be the play?
Man of passion rise again, we won't cross you out:
for we do love you like a son, of that there's no doubt.
Tell us: is it you who are here for our good cheer?
Or are we here for the glory, for the story, for the gory satisfaction
of telling you how absolutely awful you really are?
There was a rush along the Fulham Road.
There was a hush in the Passion Play.
The Story Of The Hare Who Lost His Spectacles
This is the story of the hare who lost his spectacles.
Owl loved to rest quietly whilst no one was watching.
Sitting on a fence one day, he was surprised when suddenly a kangaroo ran close by.
Now this may not seem strange, but when Owl overheard Kangaroo whisper to no one in particular,
"The hare has lost his spectacles," well, he began to wonder.
Presently, the moon appeared from behind a cloud and there, lying on the grass was hare.
In the stream that flowed by the grass a newt.
And sitting astride a twig of a bush a bee.
Ostensibly motionless, the hare was trembling with excitement,
for without his spectacles he appeared completely helpless.
Where were his spectacles? Could
someone have stolen them? Had he mislaid them? What was he to do?
Bee wanted to help, and thinking he had the answer began:
"You probably ate them thinking they were a carrot."
"No!" interrupted Owl, who was wise.
"I have good eye-sight, insight, and foresight.
How could an intelligent hare make such a silly mistake?"
But all this time, Owl had been sitting on the fence, scowling!
A Kangaroo were hopping mad at this sort of talk.
She thought herself far superior in intelligence to the others.
She was their leader, their guru. She had the answer:
"Hare, you must go in search of the optician."
But then she realized that Hare was completely helpless without his spectacles.
And so, Kangaroo loudly proclaimed, "I can't send Hare in search of anything!"
"You can guru, you can!" shouted Newt.
"You can send him with Owl."
But Owl had gone to sleep.
Newt knew too much to be stopped by so small a problem
"You can take him in your pouch."
But alas, Hare was much too big to fit into Kangaroo's pouch.
All this time, it had been quite plain to hare that the others knew nothing about spectacles.
As for all their tempting ideas, well Hare didn't care.
The lost spectacles were his own affair.
And after all, Hare did have a spare a-pair.
A-pair.
THE END
We sleep by the ever-bright hole in the door,
eat in the corner, talk to the floor,
cheating the spiders who come to say "Please",
(politely). They bend at the knees.
Well, I'll go to the foot of our stairs.
Old gentlemen talk of when they were young
of ladies lost, of erring sons.
Lace-covered dandies revel (with friends)
pure as the truth, tied at both ends.
Well I'll go to the foot of our stairs.
Scented cathedral spire pointed down.
We pray for souls in Kentish Town.
A delicate hush the gods, floating by
wishing us well, pie in the sky.
God of ages, Lord of Time, mine is the right, right to be wrong.
Well I'll go to the foot of our stairs.
Jack rabbit mister spawn a new breed
of love-hungry pilgrims (no bodies to feed).
Show me a good man and I'll show you the door.
The last hymn is sung and the devil cries "More."
Well, I'm all for leaving and that being done,
I've put in a request to take up my turn
in that forsaken paradise that calls itself "Hell"
where no-one has nothing and nothing is- well -meaning fool,
pick up thy bed and rise up from your gloom smiling.
Give me your hate and do as the loving heathen do.
Colours I've none dark or light, red, white or blue.
Cold is my touch (freezing).
Summoned by name - I am the overseer over you.
Given this command to watch o'er our miserable sphere.
Fallen from grace, called on to bring sun or rain.
Occasional corn from my oversight grew.
Fell with mine angels from a far better place,
offering services for the saving of face.
Now you're here, you may as well admire
all whom living has retired from the benign reconciliation.
Legends were born surrounding mysterious lights
seen in the sky (flashing).
I just lit a fag then took my leave in the blink of an eye.
Passionate play join round the maypole in dance
(primitive rite) (wrongly).
Summoned by name I am the overseer over you.
Flee the icy Lucifer. Oh he's an awful fellow!
What a mistake! I didn't take a feather from his pillow.
Here's the everlasting rub: neither am I good or bad.
I'd give up my halo for a horn and the horn for the hat I once had.
I'm only breathing. There's life on my ceiling.
The flies there are sleeping quietly.
Twist my right arm in the dark.
I would give two or three for
one of those days that never made
impressions on the old score.
I would gladly be a dog barking up the wrong tree.
Everyone's saved we're in the grave.
See you there for afternoon tea.
Time for awaking the tea lady's making
a brew-up and baking new bread.
Pick me up at half past none
there's not a moment to lose.
There is the train on which I came.
On the platform are my old shoes.
Station master rings his bell.
Whistles blow and flags wave.
A little of what you fancy does you good (Or so it should).
I thank everybody
for making me welcome.
I'd stay but my wings have just dropped off.
Hail! Son of kings make the ever-dying sign
cross your fingers in the sky for those about to BE.
There am I waiting along the sand.
Cast your sweet spell upon the land and sea.
Magus Perde, take your hand from off the chain.
Loose a wish to still, the rain, the storm about to BE.
Here am I (voyager into life).
Tough are the soles that tread the knife's edge.
Break the circle,stretch the line, call upon the devil.
Bring the gods, the gods' own fire.
In the conflict revel.
The passengers upon the ferry crossing, waiting to be born,
renew the pledge of life's long song rise to the reveille horn.
Animals queueing at the gate that stands upon the shore
breathe the ever-burning fire that guards the ever-door.
Man - son of man - buy the flame of ever-life
(yours to breathe and breath the pain of living): living BE!
Here am I! Roll the stone away
from the dark into ever-day.
There was a rush along the Fulham Road
into the Ever-passion Play.[/quote]
[I]Dream with the feathers of angels stuff beneath your head
The Regulator's swinging pendulum[/I]
lol while everyone posts pretentious lyrics i'll have to post something totally not pretentious
um
here we go
[quote]
I live by the ocean
And during the night
I dive into it
Down to the bottom
Underneath all currents
And drop my anchor
This is where I´m staying
This is my home
[/quote]
[editline]24th March 2011[/editline]
heheh, score...
Ween- The HIV song
[quote]AIDS
HIV [/quote]
[quote]Born to push you around
Better just stay down
You pull away
He hits the flesh
You hit the ground
Mouth so full of lies
Tend to black your eyes
Just keep them closed
Keep praying
Just keep waiting
Waiting for the one
The day that never comes
When you stand up
And feel the warmth
But the sunshine never comes, no
No the sunshine never comes
Push you cross that line
Just stay down this time
Hide in yourself
Crawl in yourself
You'll have your time
God I'll make them pay
Take it back one day
I'll end this day
I'll splatter color
On this gray
Waiting for the one
The day that never comes
When you stand up
And feel the warmth
But the sunshine never comes
Love is a four letter word
And never spoken here
Love is a four letter word
Here in this prison
I suffer this no longer
I'll put an end to
This I swear
This I swear
The sun will shine
This I swear
This I swear
This!
I!
Sweeeeeaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrr-ah!!!!!![/quote]
[quote]Tragedy
Goes away
Hate filled rage
Takes the stage
But your moving in the night,
Blinded by the light
Irony in spite,
Sarcastic Delight
Live to die on stage,
Driven by your rage
Hating your own face,
Comedy disgrace
HATREDY
HATREDY
Stand before the jury,
Die inflict the fury,
Comedy is death, HATREDY.
Step before this spotlight,
Laughter is a death,
Might crash and burn in horror
Make them squirm,
Want to leave,
After they,
Buy their drinks.
I hate this audience,
Regardless of applaudience
Love to take you away,
Burn you in piles of hate
I hate the talent here,
So dull and so full of fear
I'll beat you all to the punch,
With an axe and a hack to the guts
I'll take the microphone stand,
Run it through your neck,
Cut off both your hands
Is this thing even fucking on,
Are you fucking Deaf
Or just as scared to run
Please take my wife,
Please take my wife
Then I'll take your wife,
Then I'll fuck your wife
Just a fucking joke,
No it's kinda not
There's a little joke,
Every single shot
Fueled by hate
Await your fate
Your time has come
To die on stage
(solo)
It's funny
Because it's not
It's funny
Because it's not
It's funny
Because it's not
It's funny
Because it's not
Because it's not
Because it's not!
Fueled by hate
Await your fate
Your time has come
To die on stage
Fueled by hate
Fueled by hate
Time has come
To die on stage
DIE
DIE
DIE[/quote]
I knew that the first song was by Metallica, I just couldn't put a finger on it for the first four minutes, Chaotic.
At any rate, have some Opeth guys.
[quote]Floating on mist
Crept up the caverns of my brain
Received no warning
From nothing to a life code
Walk with me, you'll never leave
Wait to see your spirit free
Tell me how your heart's in need
As I drown you in the sea
Unwinding snares of distrust
Your wrist in my fast grip
Look me in the eye, I'm clear
This is your time
Face down beneath the waterline
Gazing into the deep
From love to death
In a time span of seconds
Oblivious to regret
Pushed into belief
In liquid cellophane
Gasping for air
Mercy in my eyes
Is the shade of the night
The piercing sounds you make
Soaring higher, higher now
And once left in my wake
Your memory is nothing but the scars on me
All over now
Forgotten why I needed this
Standing down
Disappear into the obscure
Resting days
Waiting for new disease
Biding time
Locked inside insanity
It always burns within
The downward spiral never ends
When driven into sin
Your salvation's found in a sinner's deed
The devil guides the way
Tells me what to say
Pours himself inside
And snuffs the final light
Deliverance
Thrown back at me
Deliverance
Laughing at me[/quote]
[quote]
Unwinding snares of distrust
Your wrist in my fast grip
Look me in the eye, I'm clear
This is your time
[/quote]
lol unwinding snares of distrust
[QUOTE=thisispain;28793416]lol unwinding snares of distrust[/QUOTE]
Yeah I crack up at that line every damn time I hear the song.
Love these lyrics.
[quote]This night will fall like any other
Daylight subsides and shadows crawl
Out from under black corners
Hiding something stirs
All so restless
Cracked windows open wide
Dead-bolt turns. Doors creak open
Whispers and moonlight there to guide
Come raise your lantern to the sky
Can we illuminate this night?
We'll dance like heathens round a flame
While the world sleeps we are awake
The black brook calls
It sings a chorus
While the gathering swells
The flames grow tall
Right before us
As drums keep pounding
And the masses now are fusing
Bodies pressed and tangled
As we revel in confusion
Our inhibitions thrown into the fire
Come raise your lantern to the sky
Can we illuminate this night?
We'll dance like heathens round a flame
While the world sleeps we are awake
Here in the dark we are safe from the judgement
Now arm in arm locked tight so no one gets in
The hell is sent. See, child, you are hellbent
But hell is not where we're going
Hell is where we've been
Come raise your lantern to the sky
And let's illuminate this night
We'll dance like heathens around the flame
And while the world sleeps we are awake
Raise your lantern to the sky
And let's illuminate this night
We'll dance like heathens around the flames
While the world sleeps we are awake
(Raise your lantern to the sky)
Yeah, we are awake
(Hey, hey, hey)
We are awake
(Now raise your lantern to the sky)
We are awake
Yeah, we are awake
We are awake[/quote]
I really like the Neutral Milk Hotels' lyrics.
Holland, 1945
[quote]The only girl I've ever loved
Was born with roses in her eyes
But then they buried her alive
One evening, 1945
With just her sister at her side
And only weeks before the guns
All came and rained on everyone
Now she's a little boy in Spain
Playing pianos filled with flames
On empty rings around the sun
All sing to say my dream has come
But now we must pick up every piece
Of the life we used to love
Just to keep ourselves
At least enough to carry on
And now we ride the circus wheel
With your dark brother wrapped in white
Says it was good to be alive
But now he rides a comet's flame
And won't be coming back again
The Earth looks better from a star
That's right above from where you are
He didn't mean to make you cry
With sparks that ring and bullets fly
On empty rings around your heart
The world just screams and falls apart
But now we must pick up every piece
Of the life we used to love
Just to keep ourselves
At least enough to carry on
And here's where your mother sleeps
And here is the room where your brothers were born
Indentions in the sheets
Where their bodies once moved but don't move anymore
And it's so sad to see the world agree
That they'd rather see their faces fill with flies
All when I'd want to keep white roses in their eyes [/quote]
The King Of Carrot Flowers pt. 1
[quote]When you were young
You were the king of carrot flowers
And how you built a tower tumbling through the trees
In holy rattlesnakes that fell all around your feet
And your mom would stick a fork right into daddy's shoulder
And dad would throw the garbage all across the floor
As we would lay and learn what each other's bodies were for
And this is the room
One afternoon I knew I could love you
And from above you how I sank into your soul
Into that secret place where no one dares to go
And your mom would drink until she was no longer speaking
And dad would dream of all the different ways to die
Each one a little more than he could dare to try [/quote]
First line of that song made me think of this, DudeGuy.
[quote]In this hour
The tower
Shall fall!
Initially they rationalized with futile speculations
Which brought about their ultimately fatal calculations
They sewed their own eyes shut
To protect them from the light
Closed the doorway of their minds
Barred and sealed it tight
Their foolish hearts were darkened
Their vacant minds deceived
The lies that they exchanged for truth
Became all that they believed
They exchanged the incorruptible
For the image of fallen man
Worshiped creature rather than creator
The image rather than his hand
The heavens wait in silence
For the coming of the end
As man perfects his own imperfection
Destruction closes in
In the grave they chose to make their beds
And now all that they've created
Comes crashing down upon their heads
Death is waiting
In this hour
The tower
Shall fall![/quote]
Not really sure how.
[QUOTE=pie_is_good;28793562]I really like the Neutral Milk Hotels' lyrics.
Holland, 1945
The King Of Carrot Flowers pt. 1[/QUOTE]
Those lyrics are actually very good, I should check out NMH already...
[quote]Hjarta hamast
Eins og alltaf
En n r takt vi tmann
Tndur og gleymdur heima hj mr
Alveg a springa gegnum nefi
Sn upp sveitta sngina
Stari a ryi sem vex mr
Tur sig inn skelina
Stend upp mig svimar
A molnar af mr
G fer um fotum
Geng fram hj mr
Kli mig nakinn
Og fer svo r
Vakinn en sofinn
Sef ekki dr
Hjarta stoppar
Hreyfist ekki
Kem gangr fyrir
(Sem g kngi og fel)
Finn startkapal
(Og kveiki mr)
S allt tvfallt
(Tvfallt svart)
Kerfisbilun
(Heilinn neitar)
Held fram a leita
Stjrnandi
(Upplsingar)
Arf aftur a mata
(Mata mig)
Tala upphtt og ferast inni mr leita
G leita af lfi um stund
G st sta
Me von a vin g vinn upp sm tima
Leita a agtis byrjun
En ver a von brigum[/quote]
i dunno what the fuck he's saying but fuck yEAH
Sigur Ros?
[QUOTE=pie_is_good;28794130]Sigur Ros?[/QUOTE]
ya
[QUOTE=thisispain;28794088]i dunno what the fuck he's saying but fuck yEAH[/QUOTE]
[quote]
Heart pounds
As always
But r n line with tmann
Tndur and forgotten at home hj mr
Quite a burst through the nose
Sn a sweaty sngina
Stari ryi a growing mr
Subsidies into the shell
I stand up me dizzy
A crumbling mr
G depends on foot
Walking hj mr
Kull me naked
And so r
Raised but sleepy
Can not sleep dr
Heart stops
Does not move
'll Be running for
(Which I kngi and hide)
Finn start cable
(And turn mr)
S up tvfallt
(Tvfallt black)
System Failure
(The brain refuses)
Held out a search
Stjrnandi
(Ingar info)
Need a feed back
(Feed me)
Dial number and travel inside mr search
G search for life for a while
G st place
Me expecting a friend I work up sm time
Search a agtis start
Be a hope of health
[/quote]
[quote]You think you have a lot of male friends – you don’t
You think guys care when they ask for your opinion – they don’t
You think your best friend’s boyfriend doesn’t want to fuck you – he does
You thought the bartender was being nice to you when he gave you a free drink – he wasn’t
Your neighbor helped you move – he just wants to fuck you
Your boss bought you lunch – he just wants to fuck you
A guy bought you a drink – he just wants to fuck you
He asked you to go out for coffee – he just wants to fuck you
You think you’re one of the guys
You think you’re all good friends
You’re eventually going to get raped
You stupid fucking cunt
You stupid cunt [x6]
You’re a stupid fucking cunt
You stupid cunt [x6]
You’re a stupid fucking cunt[/quote]
No Rush? FOR SHAME. Neil Peart is arguably the best lyric writer in rock history. I think he's one of the best, next to the Beatles and The Who.
At least read the first one, the lyrics are even good without the song (which is amazing by the way) the song is called Natural Science and you have probably heard it before.
[quote]
[1. Tide Pools]
When the ebbing tide retreats
Along the rocky shoreline
It leaves a trail of tidal pools
In a short-lived galaxy
Each microcosmic planet
A complete society
A simple kind mirror
To reflect upon our own
All the busy little creatures
Chasing out their destinies
Living in their pools
They soon forget about the sea...
Wheels within wheels in a spiral array
A pattern so grand and complex
Time after time we lose sight of the way
Our causes can't see their effects
[2. Hyperspace]
A quantum leap forward
In time and in space
The universe learned to expand
The mess and the magic
Triumphant and tragic
A mechanized world out of hand
Computerized clinic
For superior cynics
Who dance to a synthetic band
In their own image
Their world is fashioned
No wonder they don't understand
[3. Permanent Waves]
Science, like nature
Must also be tamed
With a view towards its preservation
Given the same
State of integrity
It will surely serve us well
Art as expression
Not as market campaigns
Will still capture our imaginations
Given the same
State of integrity
It will surely help us along
The most endangered species
The honest man
Will still survive annihilation
Forming a world
State of integrity
Sensitive, open and strong
Wave after wave will flow with the tide
And bury the world as it does
Tide after tide will flow and recede
Leaving life to go on as it was...[/quote]
[quote]Know your place in life is where you want to be
Don't let them tell you that you owe it all to me
Keep on looking forward...no use in looking 'round
Hold your head above the ground and they won't bring you down
Anthem of the heart and anthem of the mind
A funeral dirge for eyes gone blind
We marvel after those who sought
The wonders of the world, wonders of the world
Wonders of the world they wrought
Live for yourself...there's no one else
More worth living for
Begging hands and bleeding hearts will only cry out for more
Well, I know they've always told you
Selfishness was wrong
Yet it was for me, not you, I came to write this song[/quote]
[quote]
I. (Prelude)
When our weary world was young
The struggle of the ancients first began
The gods of love and reason
Sought alone to rule the fate of man
They battled through the ages
But still neither force would yield
The people were divided
Every soul a battlefield
Every soul a battlefield
II. (Apollo: Bringer of Wisdom)
I bring truth and understanding
I bring wit, and wisdom fair
Precious gifts beyond compare
We can build a world of wonder
I can make you all aware
I will find you food and shelter
Show you fire to keep you warm
Through the endless winter storm
You can live in grace and comfort
In the world that you transform
The people were delighted
Coming forth to claim their prize
They ran to build their cities
And converse among the wise
But one day the streets fell silent
Yet they knew not what was wrong
The urge to build these fine things
Seemed not to be so strong
The wise men were consulted
And the bridge of death was crossed
In quest of Dionysus
To find out what they had lost
III. (Dionysus: Bringer of Love)
I bring love to give you solace
In the darkness of the night
In the heart's eternal light
You need only trust your feelings
Only love can steer you right
I bring laughter, I bring music
I bring joy and I bring tears
I will soothe your primal fears
Throw off those chains of reason
And your prison disappears
The cities were abandoned
And the forests echoed song
They danced and lived as brothers
They knew love could not be wrong
Food and wine they had aplenty
And they slept beneath the stars
The people were contented
And the gods watched from afar
But the winter fell upon them
And it caught them unprepared
Bringing wolves and cold starvation
And the hearts of men despaired
IV. (Armageddon: The Battle of Heart and Mind)
The universe divided
As the heart and mind collided
With the people left unguided
For so many troubled years
In a cloud of doubts and fears
Their world was torn asunder
Into hollow hemispheres
Some fought themselves, some fought each other
Most just followed one another
Lost and aimless like their brothers
For their hearts were so unclear
And the truth could not appear
Their spirits were divided
Into blinded hemispheres
Some who did not fight
Brought tales of old to light
My Rocinante sailed by night
On her final flight
To the heart of Cygnus' fearsome force
We set our course
Spiralled through that timeless space
To this immortal place
V. (Cygnus: Bringer of Balance)
I have memory and awareness
But I have no shape or form
As a disembodied spirit
I am dead and yet unborn
I have passed into olympus
As was told in tales of old
To the city of immortals
Marble white and purest gold
I see the gods in battle rage on high
Thunderbolts across the sky
I cannot move, I cannot hide
I feel a silent scream begin inside
Then all at once the chaos ceased
A stillness fell, a sudden peace
The warriors felt my silent cry
And stayed their struggle, mystified
Apollo was atonished
Dionysus thought me mad
But they heard my story further
And they wondered, and were sad
Looking down from Olympus
On a world of doubt and fear
Its surface splintered
Into sorry hemispheres
They sat a while in silence
Then they turned at last to me
We will call you Cygnus,
The God of balance you shall be
VI. (The Sphere: A Kind of Dream)
We can walk our road together
If our goals are all the same
We can run alone and free
If we pursue a different aim
Let the truth of love be lighted
Let the love of truth shine clear
Sensibility
Armed with sense and liberty
With the heart and mind united
In a single perfect sphere[/quote]
There are so many more amazing, intelligent rush lyrics, but I don't want to flood the entire thread.
hmm
i like the music of rush
their lyrics not so much
[QUOTE=thisispain;28795161]hmm
i like the music of rush
their lyrics not so much[/QUOTE]
Their mid 80's early 90's era was meh. But I feel many Rush songs really relate with me. Rush's lyrics can make people understand what the song is trying to say, without taking away any complexity.
Your Kettle by Portal is a fantastic "fuck you" song.
[QUOTE]I could have read, I should have seen
It's all in line with all you've shown.
Sheltered youth that's far from over
Sense of self so privilege grown
Politics of avaritia
Hoarding yours and seeking more.
That's it, I'm through
I'm not your kettle[/QUOTE]
Stranger in Your Soul by Transatlantic (it's a biggie!)
This one I really connect to. The very end makes me tear up whenever I hear it, as much because of the lyrics as the music.
[QUOTE]I: Sleeping Wide Awake
Once, not so long ago I lived far below
Where you are I didn't even know
Home was far away, I was sleeping wide awake,
Breaking down. Waiting for the sound
And I can hear it now, is it all too late?
'Cause I would sell my dreams, if I could be awake.
If I could be awake.
There, walking into walls
Piercing through the pain
Here we are, reaching through the rain
I almost caught a glimpse, to feel that Sunday high
I would fall, this makes no sense at all
And I can't hear it now, not a single word
You know I strained my voice, I cannot be heard
Outside the smile, the insider breaks
And I would give my dreams, if I could be awake
Whatever you're looking for, don't ever start looking behind
Whatever you want to change, you'd better start changing your mind
'Cause everything can be done, stand up 'cause this is your time
II: Hanging in the Balance
Go where you're going to
You can move your mind
You will not decay (is always waiting)
You've got nowhere to go
So you look behind
What you sought to find is always fading
Wish to be wishless
(Less) can live evermore
(More) doesn't satisfy the deeper feeling
Lose if you want to find
(Find) what you're looking for
All your dreams can live as if to satisfy the meaning
Whatever you're looking for, don't ever start looking behind
Whatever you want to change, you'd better start changing your mind
'Cause everything can be done, stand up 'cause this is your time
Drink in the big dream
But you have to wait
(Wait) till you get it right at every letter
Paint with the broadest strokes
(Stroke) through the deepest sea
(See) what you have in mind to make it better
Get in on the ground floor
(Floor) to ceiling is so high
I will become alive, it will make sense
Want always wants some more
(More) never is enough
(Enough) is enough, remember life is hanging in the balance
Whatever you're looking for, don't ever start looking behind
Whatever you want to change, you'd better start changing your mind
'Cause everything can be done, stand up 'cause this is your time
III: Lost and Found Pt. 2
Don't you think if you could be lost,
Don't you think that you could be found?
Don't you think if you were the world, you'd turn it around?
Whatever you're looking for, don't ever start looking behind
Whatever you want to change, you'd better start changing your mind
'Cause everything can be done, stand up 'cause this is your time
IV: Awakening the Stranger
In the time it takes to be lost or found
In the wake of something not for the crowd
Awakening the stranger in your soul
It isn't always quite that easy
Awakening the stranger in your soul
All the rage the world goes on outside
It's alright come in here, it's safe to hide
Awakening the stranger in your soul,
It's more than just a thought or feeling
There is no worldly danger he can't control
There's so much more than what we're seeing
Awakening the stranger in your soul
V: Slide
Give up all the reasons that you know
Slide down where the timing's nice and slow
Ease back and relax
No figures and no facts
Awakening the stranger in your soul
It's alright to give up your control
(Come in where it's safe, there is no I)
Move along we've paid your expressway toll
(Look at all the others floating by)
It's the 5 AM alarm
No time to use your charm
Surrender is the only way to go
Awakening the stranger in your soul
IV: Stranger in Your Soul
When you come to make love, your only goal
Words cannot describe the feeling
Awakening the stranger in your soul
From the shadow to the deepest meaning
When you come to make love, your only goal
Words cannot describe the feeling
Now we're here in foresight, we can behold
Let's dive and never hit the ceiling
There, walking into walls
We're piercing through the pain
But here we are, reaching through the rain
I almost caught a glimpse, brighter than the sky
A child grown, a stranger coming home
And I can hear it now, every single word
And when I strain my voice, I will be assured
Outside there's a storm, but in here the big break
That I might chance to dream
That I might be awake
Awakening the stranger in your soul[/QUOTE]
[quote]
It's the 5 AM alarm
No time to use your charm
Surrender is the only way to go
Awakening the stranger in your soul
[/quote]
hah hah oh wow
[quote]
Binge
Cringe
On the fringe (The police used to watch over the people. Now they're watching the people)
Sloppy
Binge
Cringe (Now is the only thing that's real.)
Sloppy
Mincing
Eye-dropping
Biopsy
Cyclops overlooks
Optic options
Rotten showstopper
Skinpopper
Babbler dabbler
Self confessed criminal tore pen in vain
Instant still spellbound
Game stock talk back rock
Reencounter incident
Subsistence inexistent (Now is the only thing that's real.)
Non committed
Unwitted
Oblivious
Habitual
Resistor
Roughed up edge fluent nudge pre-collect ignition
Motivation
Inexistent
Wasted views that's all they see blue
Hot blood guilt optic nerve
With the right attitude
You will succeed blue
Self abusive
Recluse
Too late for me
Make
Shifting peace
Unsettling
Crazy
Doing crazy things
Keep your eyes open
Soft spoken Changes nothing
A view
So cruel
Dogs body comatose
Torchlight roast
Disinterest
Disinfect
Retold
Impressed by possession
Insiders know
Refresh
Detained contest
Offer is pure
Sure tonight
Freeze in time or shadows climb distracting override
Instincts Evolve
Over and over
Wasted
(Do you, don't you
Want me to make you?
It's comin' down fast
But don't let me break you
Tell me, tell me, tell me the answer
You may be a lover
But you ain't no dancer)
Wasted truth
Why call at all blue
Hot lines
Eventual decline
With the right attitude
You will succeed blue
Resent That discontent
Sidestep
Define
The state of things
So far
Crazy Things
Soft spoken
With your eyes (Open)
You know soft spoken changes nothing?
A view so cruel (profits)
A view so cruel (A view so cruel)
A view so cruel (A view so cruel)
A view so cruel (A view so cruel)
A view so cruel (A view so cruel)
A view so cruel (A view so cruel)
A view so cruel (A view so cruel)
[/quote]
[quote]Yesterday was Thursday, Thursday
Today i-is Friday, Friday (Partyin')
We-we-we so excited
We so excited
We gonna have a ball today[/quote]
:colbert:
Bubblegum Octopus - Great Beard; Happy Mustache
[quote]And when I'm driving in my car
Your truck plows right through the red light
But when you get out I know that it will all be okay
Because you've got a mustache and it is happy, so am I
My, car, is fucked, but I don't, seem to care
Cuz, you've got, a nice beard
Your facial hair is so damn nice
Your follicles call out to me
And as I walk from the scene he turns around and, looks at me
He smiles and winks and I am so god damn happy, so is he [/quote]
Monomate - Rainbow Road DX
[quote]never before has beauty been so deceiving
except in your eyes. "keep on son, don't look back."
maybe it was electric, but it could've just been a rainbow-flavored reverie
walkin through our day-glo dreamland, together.
your love is like a drug
and how i wish it could've just been us
down our dreamland path together
oh, i'm on the fuckin' edge.
neon glows, as streetlights fade.
floating on cloud nine, just to fall.
never before has beauty been so deceiving
except in your eyes. "keep on son, don't look back."
floating on cloud nine just to fall[/quote]
HORSE the band - Arrive
[quote]Pseudo - Squander
plummet
crunch
on the feet of the gods do the endless munch
Hunger
Open - Whooosh.. Wind
BOOM
The Ash Grey Door of Doom
the moon is still
the stars are.. still
the wind is still still
but not completely gone
the moon is still
the stars are.. still
the wind is still still
but not completely gone
BOOM
black
circles in the dust
spinning on a wind deprived of its lust
the sky above
is bent and swings
to the sound of silent things
BOOM
I can't have it all
flee the moment and the moment will find you
I can't take this call
but I can hear it
I CAN HEAR IT
I can't find the words
speak of the devil and the devil will find you
I'm here but not at all
BUT NOT AT ALL
BOOM
...and we know that within
our model of a human heart is doomed
BOOM
and still there is that gleaming silence
underneath a gaping sky and an empty moon
BOOM
No need to operate
to save my life
the time is coming
quickly sliding soon
so soon
all the breaths in all the world
stop breathing
and so
consumed
ARRIVE
[/quote]
We Butter The Bread With Butter - I Shot The Sheriff :smug:
[quote]Jaaaaaaaaaa
Jip Jip Jip Jappijaaaa
wö dö dö oh
jö di öh
jö di dö dö oi
Au
Breeee Weeeee
bree bree bree bree bree bree bree bree
Au
Breeee Weeeee
bree bree bree bree bree bree bree bree
I Shot The Sheriff
Lalalalalalala
I Shot The Sheriff
Lalalalalalala
Bree bree bree bree
bree bree bree bö bi bö
Bree bree bree bree
bree bree bree bö bi bö
I Shot The Sheriff
Joooooooooooooooooooo
Ui Ui Ui Ui
Ui Ui Ui Ui Ui
Ui Ui Ui Ui Ui
Ui Ui Ui Ui Ooooh
Jo Jo Jo
BreeeeuuuWeeee
La La La
Jo Jo Jo
BreeeeuuuWeeee
La La La
Au
Breeee Weeeee
bree bree bree bree bree bree bree bree
Au
Breeee Weeeee
bree bree bree bree bree bree bree bree
Ui Ui Ui Ui Ui Ui
Ui Ui Ui Ui
Ui Ui Ui Ui Ui
Ui Ui Ui Ui Ui Ui Ui[/quote]
Warren Zevon was a master
[quote]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...
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
(Time, time, time
For another peaceful war)
Norway's bravest son
(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...
Roland the headless Thompson gunner...
Roland the headless Thompson gunner...
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[/quote]
This is for the fringes and such
My generation just sit like dust
Feed 'em off of us and ask what I trust
Tell these stories, I'm right here holdin' my nuts
Right here holdin' my nuts
Right here holdin' my nuts
Right here holdin' my nuts
Right here holdin' my nuts
Sorry, you need to Log In to post a reply to this thread.