Cool song, but do not know where its from Mr Shiny.
how about:
...under an atomic sky
where the ground won't turn
and the rain it burns
like the tears when I said goodbyeYeah I left with nothing
nothing but the thought of you...
Johnny Cash singing for U2 on Zooropa, "The Wanderer"
how about:
In the end you'll still be you
One that's done all the things you set out to do
...
There's a cross for you to bear
Things to go through if you're going anywhere
...
For the things you know are right
Its the truth that the truth makes them so uptight
...
All the things you want are real
You have you to complete and there is no deal
...
You've been sitting much too long
There's a permanent crease in your right and wrong
...
There's a midget standing tall
And the giant beside him about to fall
...
They will try to make you crawl
And they know what you're saying makes sense and all
...
Don't you know that you are free
Well at least in your mind if you want to be
sigh; no clue; midget giants didnt help :)
sigh; all this new age stuff...
sigh; all this new age stuff...
Hey now, mine was “Emmet Otter’s Jug Band Christmas.” :)
and mine was Sly and the Family Stone's, "Stand!"
There was a friend of mine on murder
And the judge's gavel fell
Jury found him guilty
Gave him sixteen years in hell
He said "I ain't spending my life here
I ain't living alone
Ain't breaking no rocks on the chain gang
I'm breakin' out and headin' home
But he made it out...
With a bullet in his back
Jailbreak!
Awesome. Happy New Year, everybody.
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Ahem,
Ahem,
Me mother has gone to church!
She told me not to play with ye
Because ye're in the dirt!
It isn't because ye're dirty,
It isn't because ye're clean,
It's because ye got the whoopin' cough
And eat margerine!
zork
This is going to be very obscure for any American posters
This is a seminal dub track.
"From Brixton Prison, Jebb Avenue London S.W. 2 Inglan
Dear mama
good day
I hope that when these few lines reach you they may
find you in the best of health
I doun know how to tell ya dis
for I did mek a solemn promise
to tek care a lickle Jim
an try mi bes fi look out fi him
mama, I really did try mi bes
but none a di less
sorry fi tell ya seh, poor lickle Jim get arres
it was de miggle a di rush hour
hevrybody jus a hustle and a bustle
to go home fi dem evenin shower
mi an Jim stan up waitin pon a bus
not causin no fuss
when all of a sudden a police van pull up
out jump tree policemen
de whole a dem carryin baton
dem walk straight up to me and Jim
one a dem hold on to Jim
seh dem tekin him in
Jim tell him fi leggo a him
for him nah do nutt'n
and 'im nah t'ief, not even a but'n
Jim start to wriggle
de police start to giggle
mama, mek I tell you wa dem do to Jim?
mek I tell you wa dem do to 'im?
Dem thump him him in him belly and it turn to jelly
Dem lick 'im pon 'im back and 'im rib get pop
Dem thump him pon him head but it tough like lead
Dem kick 'im in 'im seed and it started to bleed
Mama, I jus couldn't stan up deh, nah do nuttin'
So mi jook one in him eye and him started fi cry
me thump him pon him mout and him started fi shout
me kick him pon him shin so him started fi spin
me hit him pon him chin an him drop pon a bin
- an crash, an dead
More policman come dung
dem beat me to the grung
dem charge Jim fi sus
dem charge mi fi murdah
mama, doan fret
doan get depress an downhearted
be of good courage"
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zork
Well, it's MC Frontalot's "It Is Pitch Dark", but I'll let it slide. Because I'm a hell of a nice guy.
MLKJIH
A long time ago came a man on a track
walking thirty miles with a pack on his back
and he put down his load where he thought it was the best
made a home in the wilderness
he built a cabin and a winter store
and he ploughed up the ground by the cold lake shore
and the other travellers came riding down the track
and they never went further, no, they never went back
then came the churches then came the schools
then came the lawyers then came the rules
then came the trains and the trucks with their loads
and the dirty old track was the .................
Then came the mines - then came the ore
then there was the hard times then there was a war
telegraph sang a song about the world outside
telegraph road got so deep and so wide
like a rolling river. . .
And my radio says tonight it's gonna freeze
people driving home from the factories
there's six lanes of traffic
three lanes moving slow. . .
I used to like to go to work but they shut it down
I got a right to go to work but there's no work here to be found
yes and they say we're gonna have to pay what's owed
we're gonna have to reap from some seed that's been sowed
and the birds up on the wires and the telegraph poles
they can always fly away from this rain and this cold
you can hear them singing out their ..............
all the way down the .................
You know I'd sooner forget but I remember those nights
when life was just a bet on a race between the lights
you had your head on my shoulder you had your hand in my hair
now you act a little colder like you don't seem to care
but believe in me baby and I'll take you away
from out of this darkness and into the day
from these rivers of headlights these rivers of rain
from the anger that lives on the streets with these names
'cos I've run every red light on memory lane
I've seen desperation explode into flames
and I don't want to see it again. . .
From all of these signs saying sorry but we're closed
.......................................
We set out in the spring
With a trunk ful of books about everything
About solar devices
And how nice natural childbirth is
We cut down some trees
And trailed our ideals
Through the forest glage
We dammed up the stream
And the kids cooled their heels
In the fishing pool we'd made
We held hands and we exchanged bands
And we practically lived off the land
You adopted a fox cub
Whose mother was somebody's coat
You fed him by hand
And then snuggled him down
In the grandfather bed while I wrote
We grew our own maize
And only occasionally went into town
To stock up on antibiotics
And shells for the shotgun that I kept around
I told the kids stories
While you worked your loom
And the sun went down sooner each day.
The leaves all fell down
Our crops all turned brown
It was over
As the first snowflakes fell
I realised all was not well in the camp
The kids caught bronchits
The space heater ran out of diesel
One weekend a friend from the East
Rot his soul
Stole your heart
I said "F... it then
Take the kids back town
Maybe I'll see you around"
And so...leaving all our hopes and dreams
To the wind and the rain
Taking only our stash
Left our litter and trash
And set out on the road again
On the road again
Thanks for introducing me to nerdcore.
I like the way that they walk
And it's chill to hear them talk
And I can always make them smile
From White Castle to the Nile
Back. in. the. day.
There was this girl around the way
She liked by home-piece M.C.A.
He said he would not give her play
I asked him, "Please?" he said, "You may."
Her pants were tight and that's ok
If she would dance I would D.J.
We took a walk down to the bay
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I like the way that they walk
And it's chill to hear them talk
And I can always make them smile
From White Castle to the NileBack. in. the. day.
There was this girl around the way
She liked by home-piece M.C.A.
He said he would not give her play
I asked him, "Please?" he said, "You may."
Her pants were tight and that's ok
If she would dance I would D.J.
We took a walk down to the bay
Beastie Boys. I believe Girls is the name of the song.
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He sewed his eyes shut because he is afraid to see
He tries to tell me what I put inside of me
He's got the answers to ease my curiosity
He dreamed a God up and called it Christianity
God is dead and no one cares
If there is a hell I'll see you there
He flexed his muscles to keep his flock of sheep in line
He made a virus that would kill off all the swine
His perfect kingdom of killing, suffering and pain
Demands devotion atrocities done in his name
God is dead and no one cares
If there is a hell I'll see you there
Your God is dead and no one cares
If there is a hell I'll see you there
God is dead and no one cares
If there is a hell I'll see you there your God is dead
God is dead and no one cares
And no one cares drowning in his own hypocrisy
And if there is a hell I will see you see you there
Burning with your God in humility
Will you die for this?
What Heresy! You are on a Downward Spiral to hell, you heathen! Someone should stick some Nine Inch Nails in your sinning skull.
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We charge into danger.
No guarantees or safe places.
No one can be trusted,
everyone is a suspect.
All the money's worthless.
The talent is trite and exaggerated.
The food is turning and the water's f$!%ing poison.
And it's rotting your teeth right out of your head,
sight and hearing are quickly faded.
Your gut's expanding, your hairline's receding.
The sores are opening and the cancer's spreading.
And the antibiotics aren't working,
All the drugs are just strangely sobering.
And the skeletons in your closet have opened the door and
they've started talking.
Just like Miami!
Miami!
F#**ing Miami.
Miami!
Sharks circling for the feeding.
All hope has been abandoned, like ballots drifting into the ocean.
They're in your room while you're sleeping.
They're in your car behind the seat waiting.
All the rifle sights are on the back of your head.
They're slipping it into your drink when you're not looking.
And they're selling it to you as art.
It's every other word in movies and songs.
All the public is buying,
it's business as usual,
and the business is capitalizing
on your fear, your greed, your perversions and vices.
They say you're guilty, they've got the evidence to prove it.
The mistakes are obvious, the faults are glaring.
The plane is on fire, the f@@#ing ship is sinking.
And you're swept away in a hurricane.
You're buried in the rubble of an earthquake.
It's terminal,
inoperable,
they're amputating!
Massive hemmorrhaging,
major f#~~ing complications!
Just like Miami!
Miami!
F@#$ing Miami!
Miami!
Sharks circling for the feeding.
All hope has been abandoned, like ballots drifting into the ocean.
CEO
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A long time ago came a man on a track
walking thirty miles with a pack on his back
and he put down his load where he thought it was the best
made a home in the wilderness
he built a cabin and a winter store
and he ploughed up the ground by the cold lake shore
and the other travellers came riding down the track
and they never went further, no, they never went back
then came the churches then came the schools
then came the lawyers then came the rules
then came the trains and the trucks with their loads
and the dirty old track was the .................
Then came the mines - then came the ore
then there was the hard times then there was a war
telegraph sang a song about the world outside
telegraph road got so deep and so wide
like a rolling river. . .
And my radio says tonight it's gonna freeze
people driving home from the factories
there's six lanes of traffic
three lanes moving slow. . .
I used to like to go to work but they shut it down
I got a right to go to work but there's no work here to be found
yes and they say we're gonna have to pay what's owed
we're gonna have to reap from some seed that's been sowed
and the birds up on the wires and the telegraph poles
they can always fly away from this rain and this cold
you can hear them singing out their ..............
all the way down the .................
You know I'd sooner forget but I remember those nights
when life was just a bet on a race between the lights
you had your head on my shoulder you had your hand in my hair
now you act a little colder like you don't seem to care
but believe in me baby and I'll take you away
from out of this darkness and into the day
from these rivers of headlights these rivers of rain
from the anger that lives on the streets with these names
'cos I've run every red light on memory lane
I've seen desperation explode into flames
and I don't want to see it again. . .
From all of these signs saying sorry but we're closed
.......................................
Down the "Telegraph Road". One of my favorite Dire Straits songs. :)
-Lisa
This popular subgenre is brought to you by materialism.
We'd like to thank Bentley, Aliz© champagne, and Sean
Jean clothing. We'd like to thank the record industry for
Marketing hip-hop stereotypes to 12 year olds and a pop
Culture that unquestioningly consumes vapid,
Superficial entertainment.
Phrase about my gun, rhyme about my loot
Phrase about these haters I sometimes have to shoot
Rhyme about my clothes,
props to my hometown (Carmel Valley!)
Lyrics that say nothing - cause that's how we get down
Phrase about my clique, don't step to me punk
Gratuitous rhyme about keeping it crunk
Big ups to our genre, we do it our own way
It's just too bad our songs don't have anything to say!
[CHORUS]
Phrase about my car, rhyme about my crew (Volvo!)
Rap about how much more crunk I am than you
Rhyme about my rims, rhyme about my bling
Chorus where I scream cause I don't know how to sing
Rhyme supporting guns, and also drinking 40's
Misogynist rhyme about banging lots of shorties
Rhyme about my dough, and then some made up lyrics
Get off the gas you swinga, check the deuce, yo sabiirit
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True my love,
But cold the wind.
It howls around the cabin door.
Sweet the night,
But cruel the day.
It comes to take
My love away.
The firelight
Now flickering down.
Across the room,
The sickle moon
Casting faint and slim reprieve
Upon my love,
Still fast asleep.
Darkness, darkness
Bind him to me,
Hide him in your velvet cloak.
Come the dawn, he'll rise and go.
He's marching to Fenario.
Brave my love,
False the king.
False his words and false his dawn.
Damn the gray that stains the sky.
Damn the sun, the king's cold eye.
Darkness, darkness
Bind him to me,
Hide him in your velvet cloak.
Come the dawn, he'll rise and go.
He's marching to Fenario.
Stay my sweet,
And do not rise.
Light that shines
Comes from thine eyes.
The day breaks not, it is my heart.
It is for you, I must depart...
Darkness, darkness
Bind him to me,
Hide him in your velvet cloak.
Come the dawn, he'll rise and go.
He's marching to Fenario.
I know that one, but am giving other people a chance. That album had the coolest cd cover, with the lenses and stereograms.
True my love,
But cold the wind.
It howls around the cabin door.
Sweet the night,
But cruel the day.
It comes to take
My love away.
The tools to solve this one are all in the lyrics. It shouldn't take 10,000 days to get it.
there was one back a few that was Roger Waters off "Pro's and cons" I could probly figure out more but you guys are extreme typers plus I don't know how to do that quoty thing properly but hows this:
"when the battle is over, and the sands drunk the blood
all that then remains, is the bitterness of delusion.
the immortality of the gods sits at their side,
as I leave the world behind, to reach the jewels gleam"
"The days have come, when steel will rule
And upon his head, a crown of gold
Your hand wields the might, The tyrants the precursor
You carry the will, as the morning is near
I sing the ballads of victory and defeat
I hear the tales of frozen mystery
New kingdoms rise, by the ------ -- --- -------
In the land of darkness, the warrior, that was me
Grotesque glory, none will ever see them fall
And hunts and wars are like everlasting shadows
Where the winds cannot reach, the tyrants might was born
And I often look back, with tears in my eyes
Grotesque glory, none will ever see them fall
And hunts and wars are like everlasting shadows"
not pop at all and very obscure but VERY D+D
(as I notice there's been no posts since I put those first couple lyrics up)
either that or I really know how to kill a thread....do I look plague ridden to anyone? maybe I should change my avatar back to the safe looking old codger.....
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The tools to solve this one are all in the lyrics. It shouldn't take 10,000 days to get it.True my love,
But cold the wind.
It howls around the cabin door.
Sweet the night,
But cruel the day.
It comes to take
My love away.
Sorry, it's
by
I thought it was Tool, 10,000 days. I was wrong.
I thought it was Tool, 10,000 days. I was wrong.'Sokay.
been away for a while but here are a couple from me...
I'm a derelict dwellerI'm a potential killer
I'm a street fighting dancer
I'm a revolutionary romancer
My rising sign is Cancer
I'm a two-tone panther
So let's not talk of love and flowers
And things that don't explode
We've used up all of our magic powers
Trying to do it in the road
I'm a political bandit
And you don't understand it
You took my dream and canned it
It is not the way I planned it
I'm society's destructor
I'm a petrol bomb constructor
I'm a cosmic light conductor
I'm the people's debt collector
and
So watch out Mr. Business Man
Your empire's about to blow
I think you'd better listen, man
In case you did not know
Oh it's been getting so hard
Livin' with the things you do to me, aha
Oh my dreams are getting so strange
I'd like to tell you everything I see
Oh, I see a man at the back
As a matter of fact his eyes are red as the sun
And a girl in the corner let no one ignore her
'Cause she thinks she's the passionate one
I'm reaching out for something
Touching nothing's all I ever do
Oh, I softly call you over
When you appear there's nothing left of you, aha
Now the man in the back
Is ready to crack as he raises his hands to the sky
And the girl in the corner is ev'ryone's mourner
She could kill you with a wink of her eye
and
So watch out Mr. Business Man
Your empire's about to blow
I think you'd better listen, man
In case you did not know
Oh it's been getting so hard
Livin' with the things you do to me, aha
Oh my dreams are getting so strange
I'd like to tell you everything I see
Oh, I see a man at the back
As a matter of fact his eyes are red as the sun
And a girl in the corner let no one ignore her
'Cause she thinks she's the passionate oneI'm reaching out for something
Touching nothing's all I ever do
Oh, I softly call you over
When you appear there's nothing left of you, aha
Now the man in the back
Is ready to crack as he raises his hands to the sky
And the girl in the corner is ev'ryone's mourner
She could kill you with a wink of her eye
...and it turned into a Ballroom Blitz!
remember Tia Carrare's version? remember Tia? Whoa! Where did she end up? Gonna have to wiki that. That first bit about the Business man isnt on the Sweet version...maybe Krokus?Are you ready, Steve? Aha.
Andy? Yeah!
Mick? OK.
Alright, fellas, let's go!
Speakin of businessmen, how about-
Businessman, when you make a deal
Do you know who you can trust?
Do you sign your life away?
Do you write your name in dust?
Hey, Hey, Hey
Every dog has his day
and
So watch out Mr. Business Man
Your empire's about to blow
I think you'd better listen, man
In case you did not know
Oh it's been getting so hard
Livin' with the things you do to me, aha
Oh my dreams are getting so strange
I'd like to tell you everything I see
Oh, I see a man at the back
As a matter of fact his eyes are red as the sun
And a girl in the corner let no one ignore her
'Cause she thinks she's the passionate oneI'm reaching out for something
Touching nothing's all I ever do
Oh, I softly call you over
When you appear there's nothing left of you, aha
Now the man in the back
Is ready to crack as he raises his hands to the sky
And the girl in the corner is ev'ryone's mourner
She could kill you with a wink of her eye...and it turned into a Ballroom Blitz!
remember Tia Carrare's version? remember Tia? Whoa! Where did she end up? Gonna have to wiki that. That first bit about the Business man isnt on the Sweet version...maybe Krokus?Are you ready, Steve? Aha.
Andy? Yeah!
Mick? OK.
Alright, fellas, let's go!
sorry got my 'and' in the wrong place... the following lines are from the first song
I'm a derelict dwellerI'm a potential killer
I'm a street fighting dancer
I'm a revolutionary romancer
My rising sign is Cancer
I'm a two-tone panther
So let's not talk of love and flowers
And things that don't explode
We've used up all of our magic powers
Trying to do it in the road
I'm a political bandit
And you don't understand it
You took my dream and canned it
It is not the way I planned it
I'm society's destructor
I'm a petrol bomb constructor
I'm a cosmic light conductor
I'm the people's debt collector
So watch out Mr. Business Man
Your empire's about to blow
I think you'd better listen, man
In case you did not know
dont know that businessman, Kendrick. And I dont know Amardolem's lyrics for either song a couple posts above...dammit! Probably should know em.
While on a businessman kick, how about;
Boss screamin' in my ear about who I'm supposed to be
Getcha a 3-piece Wall Street smile and son you'll look just like me
I said "Hey man, there's something that you oughta know.
I tell ya Park Avenue leads to Skid Row."
I look and see it's not only me
We're standin' tall ain't never a doubt
We are the young, so shout it out!
you give the clue away its skid row song 18 and life
you give the clue away its skid row song 18 and life
another from me...
So if you're looking for a good time,
And you're prepared to pay the price.
Fifteen quid is all she asks for,
Everybody's got their vice.
If you're waiting for a long time,
For the rest to do their piece.
You can tell her that you know me,
and you might even get it free.
So any time you're down the East End,
don't you hesitate to go,
You can take my honest word for it,
she'll teach you more than you can know.
Charlotte isn't it time you stopped all this mad life.
Don't you ever think about the bad times.
Why do you have to live this way.
Do you enjoy the lay or is it the pay.
Sometimes when you're strolling down the avenue,
The way you walk, it makes men think
of having you.
When you're walking down the street,
Everyone stops and turns to stare, at you.
of course fifteen quid was worth a bit more back then than it is now...
you are correct it is youth gone wild
22 Acacia Avenue, from Number of the Beast, sequel to "Charlotte the Harlot"...from my post back aways a clue would be: you can barely distinguish the words on the actual song, but must have have read em on the jacket to know them all. But here's a new one:
Your master he's a monster,
he will come on a bridge of paper.
Inscribed with a hundred names of god,
but he can count one more, the curse of life eternal
written on the door......
Your master is a monster, born of a yolkless egg
He has dominion over animals
He walks the world, entrail diviner
And when the stars are right
He locks the door behind the door behind the door
The milky way abyss inclines
Seven years of labor for the intruments of time
Your master is a monster and gentlmanly too
He'll make for us some new germ
With pieces of the perfect black
The alpha and omega
The double peaks of Mars
The maze of his infinity
The buried city in the stars
Allright...too obscure
same group:
The old ranger weathered the storm,
as he topped the rise in the middle of the morn,
he saw rippled dunes calm and surreal......
And the glint of a solitary shaft of chromium steel