My theme song for today: I don’t know. It’s like the only day I haven’t constantly listened to music. (I was at an adventure games workshop. It was fr00dy. There were people who got Monty Python and H2G2, we had foam swords and died dramatically and did improv and in the end I was a pirate trying to help save the fairy queen)
Has anyone else ever heard this?
Birdhouse In Your Soul (demo version)
Blue canary in the outlet by the lightswitch
He watches over you
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Not to put too fine a point on it
Say I’m the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
I have a secret to tell
Out when you’re all by yourself
At the time when even you get up and leave your nothing to dwell
I don’t want to talk about that
And no one listens to that
But for the one who does and she’s the one you worry about
Don’t you say anything
If you have anything to do with it
Blue canary in the outlet by the lightswitch
He watches over you
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Not to put too fine a point on it
Say I’m the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
I’d like to cover the earth
With a fresh baked yummy dessert
Pople couldn’t live in it
But I think it’s worth the money and hurt
‘Cause I couldn’t tolerate
All the empty spaces in the world
Blue canary in the outlet by the lightswitch
He watches over you
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Not to put too fine a point on it
Say I’m the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
(Random spoken interjections by Flansburgh at the end: I don’t feel thirty! Give me something to write on! I don’t feel three hundred! Give me something to write on!)
2- Then don’t post those songs. Why do you like them? Don’t you think it’s a little pathetic that Fergie has to write a song talking about how she’s so popular and perfect? Wouldn’t you think it means she’s trying to hide that really she’s not? I do.
Apologies for double posting but I didn’t see 2 when I wrote my first comment.
4=ooh, i like that song. (assuming you mean the who.)
All those lies suit you. They are custom made to drive
you out of reality. Lies are true for you. You know, what
you do is reaching a point of insanity.
When you wake from your dream you know what is true?
Ring of bell inside your head is playing with your mind
Remember to pray, and what the Bible says and you will
live thru eternity You haven’t heard of this?
There is something you missed – it will cost you so heavily.
You must sleep in the stinking bed that you made
When you’re down where you belong hear what they say.
Stay for a while, stay forever. Sing for the times you are
bound to betray. Run for your life, run forever, your eyes
tell a lie and the liar must always die.
When you’re done with him, you know where you have
been, He will treat us all equally.
Can you feel the fire burning
You must sleep in the stinking bed that you made.
When you’re down where you belong hear what they say.
Stay for a while, stay forever. Sing for the times you are
bound to betray. Run for your life, run forever, your eyes
tell a lie and the liar must always die.
[Guitar Solo]
Stay for a while, stay forever. Sing for the times you are
bound to betray. Run for your life, run forever, your eyes
tell a lie and the liar must always diiiiiiie… (fading away)
Stay for a while, stay forever. Sing for the times you are
bound to betray. Run for your life, run forever, your eyes
tell a lie and the liar must always die.
anyone who recognizes gets ten million hpb points.
4-Not really. This question is about song lyrics so I feel that it fits this thread.
My theme song today would probably be “What Hurts the Most” because of the lines “What hurts the most/Is getting so close”, referring to my soccer game this afternoon where they scored a goal in the last 5 seconds of the game to tie it up.
We took a walk that night, but it wasn’t the same
We had a fight on the promenade out in the rain
She said she loved me, but she had somewhere to go
She couldn’t scream while I held I close
I swore I’d never let her go
Tell me what you wanna know
Oh come on, oh come on, oh come on
There ain’t no motive for this crime
Jenny was a friend of mine
So come on, oh come on, oh come on
I know my rights, I’ve been here all day and it’s time
For me to go, so let me know if it’s alright
I just can’t take this, I swear I told you the truth
She couldn’t scream while I held I close
I swore I’d never let her go
Tell me what you wanna know
Oh come on, oh come on, oh come on
And then you whisper in my ear
I know what you’re doing here
So come on, oh come on, oh come on
There ain’t no motive for this crime
Jenny was a friend of mine
Oh come on, oh come on, oh come on
How is it that I can get a song stuck in my head by looking at the title? The End of The Tour was stuck in my head the other day, so I was playing it in iTunes, and now it’s stuck in my head again because I opened iTunes to look for something in the store. Now I’ll start listening again and it’ll cause a vicious cycle. I’m going to look up the lyrics because I don’t know them by heart like I do the others.
There’s a girl with a crown and a scepter
Who’s on WLSD
And she says that the scene isn’t what it’s been
And she’s thinking of going home
That it’s old and it’s totally over now
And it’s old and it’s over, it’s over now
And it’s over, it’s over, it’s over now
I can see myself
At the end of the tour
When the road disappears
If there’s any more people around
When the tour runs aground
And if you’re still around
Then we’ll meet at the end of the tour
The engagements are booked through the end of the world
So we’ll meet at the end of the tour
Never to part since the day we met
Out on Interstate 91
I was bent metal, you were a flaming wreck
When we kissed at the overpass
I was sailing along with the people
Driving themselves to distraction inside me
Then came a knock on the door which was odd
And the picture abruptly changed
At the end of the tour
When the road disappears
If there’s any more people around
When the tour runs aground
And if you’re still around
Then we’ll meet at the end of the tour
The engagements are booked through the end of the world
So we’ll meet at the end of the tour
This was the vehicle; these were the people
You opened the door and expelled all the people
This was the vehicle; these were the people
You opened the door and expelled all the people
This was the vehicle; these were the people
You let them go
At the end of the tour
When the road disappears
If there’s any more people around
When the tour runs aground
And if you’re still around
Then we’ll meet at the end of the tour
The engagements are booked through the end of the world
So we’ll meet at the end of the tour
And we’re never gonna tour again
No, we’re never gonna tour again
3-I AM NOW TRYING TO LISTEN TO MUSIC AS LOUD AS IT WILL GO TO GET THAT OUT OF MY HEAD
7-Yea, I know Fergie always sings about HERSELF but I like the beat and stuff… I’m not planing on posting them. Voodoo Doll is NOT how she is perfect. It’s about her being possesed. Hence the name Voodoo Doll.
This is the song that never ends
yes it goes on and on my friends
some people
started singing it
not knowing what it was
and they continued singing it forever just because
this is the song that never ends
yes it goes on and on my friends
some people
started singing it
not knowing what it was
and they continued singing it forever just because
this is the song that never ends
yes it goes on and on my friends
some people
started singing it
not knowing what it was
and they continued singing it forever just because
this is the song that never ends
yes it goes on and on my friends
some people
started singing it
not knowing what it was
and they continued singing it forever just because…
today, theme song probably “thank goodness” from Wicked. Or something else. Not sure.
Well I’ve been traveling on a boat and a plane
in a car ,on a bike, with a bus, on a train
traveling here, traveling there
everywhere, in every gear
but ah, lord, we pay the price
with every spin of the wheel, with the roll of the dice
oh yeah, you pay your fare
and if you don’t know where you’re going,
any road will take you there
and I’ve been traveling through the dirt and the grime
from the past to the future
through the space and the time
traveling deep beneath the waves
in watery grottos and mountainous caves
but ah, lord, we got to fight
with the thoughts in the head, with the dark and the light
no use to stop and stare
and if you don’t know where you’re going
any road will take you there
you may not know where you came from
you may not know who you are
you may not have even wondered
how you got this far
well I’ve been traveling on a wing and a prayer
by the skin of my teeth by the breadth of a hair
traveling where the fall winds blow
with the sun on my face in the ice and the snow
but oohey, it’s a game
sometimes you’re cool, sometimes you’re lame
ah yeah it’s somewhere
if you don’t know where you’re going
any road will take you there
but oh lord we pay the price
with the spin of the wheel with the roll of the dice
oh yeah you pay your fare
and if you don’t know where you’re going
any road will take you there
I keep traveling around the bend
there was no beginning there is no end
it wasn’t born and never dies
there are no edges, there is no size
ah yeah, you just don’t win
it’s so far out the way out is in
bow to god and call him sir
but if you don’t know where you’re going
any road will take you there
if you don’t know where you’re going,
any road will take you there
if you don’t know where you’re going
any road will take you there
10-Ummm that didnt get stuck in my head but it made me madde. I like 9-Year old chili glop and Chicken Wings. You made that made them sound like a bad thing.
(12) What song is that? It sounds very beautiful, especially the beginning.
And now for mine. This is a translation of the song D.L.N. by the Japanese band the GazettE.
I knew it all along, so I’m not sad
Little by little, little by little, like counting the numbers
The color of the withering vegetation becomes dim and I can’t tell when the season ends
The day I follow your footsteps calls to the day I listened for your footsteps
I have no hope so I cannot change tomorrow
Following the sound of the withering vegetation, I can feel the season ending
When the flowers color and bloom in profusion, what will be left to me?
The moon pulls the curtain, but the sun shines on me
I knew it all along, so I’m not sad
Even if I open my eyes and the night isn’t over, even if there are no shining stars
Even if the lights that color the streets all go out…
I’ve seen the happy faces of those I must protect and the dying breaths of those I loved
So it’s all right now
Song of the sheep in dark long night
If you could watch the live version of this…It’s just amazing.
Ahh, what have I been listening to lately? Not much, my soundtrack for the day is usually whatever plays on my ride to school. Considering my dad drives me, this becomes a problem when he plays things like “Another Brick in the Wall” (We don’t need no education/We don’t need no thought control/the dark sarcasm in the classroom/teacher leave those kids alone/ Hey! Teacher! Leave those kids alone! All in all/your just a/’nother brick in the wall. See how that might make you hate your schoolday?) Otherwise, I’ve had the beginning of Suite: Judy Blue Eyes stuck in my head for a while (Especially the great lines like “Don’t let the past/remind us of what we are not now, etc.) and I’ve had Jeeves and Wooster playing on youtube, so you have to throw in a bit of “Minnie the Moocher” and “Fourty Seven Ginger Headed Sailors.” Wow, the music I listen to is weird.
Dani California is playing on my brother’s computer right now. It’s good, but sad.
Getting born in the state of Mississippi
Papa was a copper and mama was a hippie
In Alabama she was swinging hammer
Price you gotta pay when you pick the panorama
She never knew that there was anything more than poor
What in the world? What does your confidant take me for?
Black bandanna, sweet Louisiana
robbing on a bank in the state of Indiana
She’s a runner, rebel and a stunner
Coming every way saying baby whatcha gonna
Lookin’ down the barrel of a hot metal forty five
Just another way to survive
California rest in peace
Simultaneous release
California show your teeth
She’s my priestess, I’m your priest
She’s a lover baby and a fighter
Should of seen her coming when it got a little brighter
With a name like Dani California
Knew there was a day I was gonna mourn ya
A little lonely, she was stealing another breath
I love my baby to death
California rest in peace
Simultaneous release
California show your teeth
She’s my priestess, I’m your priest
Who knew the other side of you?
Who knew that all this tired to prove
Too true to say good bye to you
Too true to say say say..
Was the baiter gifted and a made her
One for the now and eleven for the later
Never made it up to Minnesota
North Dakota man was a gunning for the quota
Down in the valley she was saving the best for last
It only hurts when I laugh
Goin’ too fast..
California rest in peace
Simultaneous release,
California show your teeth,
She’s my priestess, I’m your priest
California rest in peace
Simultaneous release,
California show your teeth,
She’s my priestess, I’m your priest
3-(E2MB) You’re very good at making yourself annoying. Oh, and I see not only did you misspell “Rebecca Lasley”, you were trying to annoy her. *splat go the pies*
I don’t see any new lyrics. I don’t think this thread was for writing the lyrics of other songs, annoying or not, but for inspiring others with new lyrics.
All of those other lyrics have made this thread really long. Please note how there are only about 30 posts and the bar on the right of the page for going up and down is as short as the one on the April Showers thread, and they have 236 posts on that thread. Um, Does that mean we get a new song thread every 40 posts? Or are we facing a serious problem here?
29- I don’t think this was just for writing new songs. So I’ll post my all-time favorite song, Stairway to Heaven
Theres a lady whos sure
All that glitters is gold
And shes buying a stairway to heaven.
When she gets there she knows
If the stores are all closed
With a word she can get what she came for.
Ooh, ooh, and shes buying a stairway to heaven.
Theres a sign on the wall
But she wants to be sure
cause you know sometimes words have two meanings.
In a tree by the brook
Theres a songbird who sings,
Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven.
Ooh, it makes me wonder,
Ooh, it makes me wonder.
Theres a feeling I get
When I look to the west,
And my spirit is crying for leaving.
In my thoughts I have seen
Rings of smoke through the trees,
And the voices of those who standing looking.
Ooh, it makes me wonder,
Ooh, it really makes me wonder.
And its whispered that soon
If we all call the tune
Then the piper will lead us to reason.
And a new day will dawn
For those who stand long
And the forests will echo with laughter.
If theres a bustle in your hedgerow
Dont be alarmed now,
Its just a spring clean for the may queen.
Yes, there are two paths you can go by
But in the long run
Theres still time to change the road youre on.
And it makes me wonder.
Your head is humming and it wont go
In case you dont know,
The pipers calling you to join him,
Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow,
And did you know
Your stairway lies on the whispering wind.
And as we wind on down the road
Our shadows taller than our soul.
There walks a lady we all know
Who shines white light and wants to show
How evrything still turns to gold.
And if you listen very hard
The tune will come to you at last.
When all are one and one is all
To be a rock and not to roll.
oh wow, that was cool – I wanted to hear “While my guitar gently weeps” and so I opened iTunes and pushed the play button (i have it on shuffle) to listen to stuff while I looked for it, and it took me directly to it. It’s like it read my mind or something.
I look at you all see the love there that’s sleeping
while my guitar gently weeps
I look at the floor and I see it needs sweeping
still my guitar gently weeps
I don’t know why nobody told you
how to unfold your love
I don’t know how someone controlled you
They bought and sold you
I look at the world and I notice it’s turning
while my guitar gently weeps
with every mistake we must surely be learning
still my guitar gently weeps
I don’t know how you were diverted
you were perverted too
I don’t know how you were inverted
no one alerted you
I look at you all see the love there that’s sleeping
while my guitar gently weeps
look at you all
still my guitar gently weeps
25: “Jenny was a friend of mine” by the Killers. I love it; it’s such a powerful, emotional song. If you type it in on youtube there’s some vids of it performed live, and also some users have used the original recording as backround for various home videos. I haven’t listened to any live versions so I don’t know how much different they are.
I wrote this one for a close friend of mine…I’m one of the few people she’s ever told about what happens in the song: Hold On (to be sung like a kind of lullaby, soft, slow, and sweet)
As she looks ’round her room, there’s a shadow in her eyes.
Her mama’s in jail, and no one knows why.
It’s hard for her to sleep, she feels so cold.
There’re no blankets where mama is, or so she’s told.
She hugs her pillow, tells herself it’s alright,
and wonders what mama thought earlier that night.
(Chorus:)
I won’t let go, I’ll keep my hands on the wheel.
I’ll hold on to my pain, ’cause it’s all that I feel.
I look in the mirror, see red and blue lights,
but they’ll never take me without a fight.
She prays to God, “Please keep my mama warm,
and help us to sail through this terrible storm.”
She lays her head down, and she closes her eyes,
and hopes it’s not long till the sun starts to rise.
She hugs her pillow, tells herself it’s alright,
and wonders what mama thought earlier that night.
Chorus
She wakes up next morning, hears mama’s back home.
She’s sleeping in her own bed, and in her own room.
Later on she asks her mom, “What was it like?”,
and her mom tells her what happened early last night.
“I didn’t let go, I kept my hands on the wheel.
I held on to my pain, ’cause it’s all I could feel.
I looked in the mirror, saw red and blue lights,
but before they took me, I put up a fight.”
As she looks ’round her room, there’s a shadow in her eyes.
Her mama was in jail, and now she knows why.
She shivers though she is hugging herself tight,
’cause she knows what happened that night.
The End
This one I wrote when I broke up with a guy: Changes
I fell too hard, too fast for my own good.
I went too far, as everyone said I should
not have done.
Thought you were the one.
(Chorus:)
Does everything mean anything anymore?
I think I see myself, now, walking out your door.
And though I don’t wanna break your heart,
it seems like we’re growing apart,
and there’s nothing I can do.
I don’t feel what I once felt for you.
I thought that I would never leave you.
I thought that we could make it through
anything.
Thought I’d wear your ring.
Chorus
It’s not something that you did, so don’t think it was.
The only reason I’m leaving you is because
Nothing means anything anymore.
I see myself, now, and I’m walking out your door.
And though I didn’t wanna break your heart,
I know, now, that we’ve grown apart,
and there was nothing I could do.
I don’t feel what I once felt for you.
I fell too hard, too fast for my own good.
The End
And this one was completely randomly out of my head, as a poetry class assignment: Fairytale
Fairytale
Once upon a time, I was happy,
‘Cause once upon a time, I had you.
Now I don’t know what
happiness is, but,
I know I’m not livin’ life, just driftin’ through
(Chorus:)
On my own,
Stranded, alone,
Without anyone by my side.
That’s why I need
To beg and plead
To be yours, like I tried to do…
I need you.
Before you left, I was secure.
I knew nothin’ was wrong.
But since you been gone,
I can’t go on,
And I know that I’m just not strong enough to be
Chorus
All that I’ve done since you left is cried.
I ain’t done nothin’ more.
So, baby, please,
Don’t leave!
Don’t you dare set your last foot out that door, because I’m
Chorus
Just you…just you…just you…I need you.
The End
Anyway, those are the songs I’ve finished…I’ve started others, but they’re not done, yet…I hope to finish them, someday. Will you guys please tell me what you think of these, though?
The GAPAs should move the lyrics from the random thread to this one, as someone complained about them making pages too long. I believe that it was E2MB, who makes pages huge with his smiley armies.
35: I’m confused on the first one. Did the mom go to jail for speeding or something? The second one is sad, . Have you written the melodies for these yet? If not, I would suggest for the second one to try and make it very memorable (for lack of a better word) so it’s not a cliche. The last one is also sad… Shadowk, are you depressed? I like how you worked in the theme of a fairytale. The first staza reminded me of the theme of “The Bean Eaters” by Gwendolyn Brooks.
(29) Sois tranquille, M. le Faucon! Having been the eldest sibling of two brothers and the only female instructor in a summer camp for boys, I can vouch that my nerves have been tested by professionals.
See if anyone recognizes these:
Uro si tovo keitone, e’brgant tovo bargo
Toge si se met snibi, staj si borso anda
Cuonos be toi se – immi spakto…
Cuonos be toi se – vo tovo vida
Veno ap tovo albeis, veno ap de bejos
Veno ap oljo trano, cu tov’ aljo aunio
Cuonos be toi se – immi spakto…
Cuonos be toi se – vo tovo vida
Carao toi tecos tersos
Canumi uis an devo
So bado at ne ti se
Imon coimo elvetie
Pretty hard. I’ve mentioned the band a few times… Ok, this one’s easier:
We rode the rivers of the Eastern trail,
Deep in the land of the Rus’.
Following the wind in our sails,
And the rhythm of the oars.
No shelter in this hostile land,
Constantly on guard.
Ready to fight and defend
Our ship ‘til the bitter end.
We came under attack,
I received a deadly wound.
A spear was forced into my back
Still I fought on.
When I am dead,
Lay me in a mound.
Raise a stone for all to see
Runes carved to my memory
Now here I lay on the river bank
A long, long way from home
Life is pouring out of me
Soon I will be gone.
I tilt my head to the side
And think of those back home
I see the river rushing by
Like blood runs from my wound.
Here I lie on wet sand,
I will not make it home.
I clinch my sword in my hand,
Say farewell to those I love.
When I am dead,
Lay me in a mound.
Place my weapons by my side
For the journey to Hall up high
When I am dead,
Lay me in a mound.
Raise a stone for all to see
Runes carved to my memory
Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da Lyrics
Artist(Band):The Beatles Review The Song (9) Print the Lyrics
Send The Beatles polyphonic ringtone to your cell phone
Desmond has a barrow in the market place…
Molly is the singer in a band…
Desmond says to Molly “girl I like your face”
And Molly says this as she takes him by the hand…
Obladi oblada life goes on brahhh…
Lala how the life goes on…
Obladi Oblada life goes on brahhh…
Lala how the life goes on.
Desmond takes a trolley to the jewelry store…
Buys a twenty carat golden ring… (Golden ring)
Takes it back to Molly waiting at the door…
And as he gives it to her she begins to sing… (Sing)
Obladi oblada life goes on brahhh…
Lala how the life goes on…
Obladi Oblada life goes on brahhh…
Lala how the life goes on.
In a couple of years they have built a home sweet home,
With a couple of kids running in the yard,
Of Desmond and Molly Jones… (Ha ha ha ha ha)
Happy ever after in the market place…
Desmond lets the children lend a hand…
Molly stays at home and does her pretty face…
And in the evening she still sings it with the band…
Obladi oblada life goes on brahhh…
Lala how the life goes on…
Obladi Oblada life goes on brahhh…
Lala how the life goes on.
In a couple of years they have built a home sweet home,
With a couple of kids running in the yard,
Of Desmond and Molly Jones… (Ha ha ha ha ha)
Happy ever after in the market place…
Desmond lets the children lend a hand…
Molly stays at home and does his pretty face…
And in the evening she’s a singer with the band…
(Yeah), Obladi oblada life goes on brahhh…
Lala how the life goes on…
(Yeah), Obladi Oblada life goes on brahhh…
Lala how the life goes on.
And if you want some fun…take Ob-la-di-bla-da (Thank you)
When I went on the computer again today, and refreshed this page, there were a lot of depressing lyrics, and that makes me think of the saddest song ever(in my opinion), Museum Of Idiots.
They built this whole neighborhood
out of wood, out of wood.
I guess I’ll still be around
when they burn, burn it down.
I will be standing around when they burn it down…
Here in the Museum of Idiots.
Honey, I’m there when you need me,
please believe me, please believe me.
I’ll still be right where you left me,
if you manage to forget me.
Where we met is where you may forget.
Here in the Museum of Idiots.
If you and I had any brains, we wouldn’t be in this place.
Chop me up into pieces
if it pleases, if it pleases.
And when the chopping is through,
every piece will say “I love you.”
Every piece of me will say “I love you.”
Here in the Museum of Idiots.
Every piece of me will say “I love you, you, you”
Here in the Museum of Idiots.
43- sitting in an English garden, waiting for the sun
if the sun don’t come you get your tan from standing in the English rain
I am the eggman
they are the eggman
I am the walrus goo goo ga choo
expert texpert choking smokers
don’t you think the joker laughs at you?
see how they smile like pigs in a sty
see how they fly
I’m crying
“I was a painting,
Quiet and unseen,
i lived in stories
but inside i kept a mystery
I was a starling,
nobody’s darling,
lying in in perfect circles
just for company.
And now I’m ready,
And now I’m ready
and now I’m ready to be
extraordinary…”
36 – I don’t fill up the featured thread of MuseBlog with spam. I go to more zany threads, where people are allowed to be crazy. (And besides, getting those songs stuck in your head is damn annyoing.)
51- It’s not spam. It was on the random thread, and in fact started because people were talking about Pinball, so someone posted part of Piball Wizard. I eventually completed it, and then Rebecca complained, so I posted more lyrics.
Ever since I was a young boy/I’ve played the silver ball./From Soho down to Brighton/I must’ve played them all/But I ain’t seen nothing like him/In any amusement hall/That deaf, dumb, and blind kid/sure plays a mean pinball.
He stands like a statue/becomes part of the machine/feeling all the bumpers/always plays it clean/plays by intuition/the digit counters fall/that deaf, dumb, and blind kid sure plays a mean pinball.
He’s a pinball wizard/there has to be a twist/a pinball wizard’s got such a supple wrist.
How do you think he does it?/I don’t know/What makes him so good?
Ain’t got no distractions/can’t hear no buzzers and bells/don’t see no lights a-flashing/plays by sense of smell/always gets a replay/never seen him fall/that deaf, dumb, and blind kid sure plays a mean pinball.
I thought I was the Bally table king/ but I just handed my pinball crown to him.
Even on my favourite table/he can beat my best/his disciples lead him in/and he just does the rest/he’s got crazy little fingers/never seen him fall/that deaf, dumb, and blind kid sure plays a mean pinball.
No one knows what its like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes
No one knows what its like
To be hated
To be fated
To telling only lies
But my dreams
They arent as empty
As my conscience seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
Thats never free
No one knows what its like
To feel these feelings
Like I do
And I blame you
No one bites back as hard
On their anger
None of my pain and woe
Can show through
But my dreams
They arent as empty
As my conscience seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
Thats never free
When my fist clenches, crack it open
Before I use it and lose my cool
When I smile, tell me some bad news
Before I laugh and act like a fool
If I swallow anything evil
Put your finger down my throat
If I shiver, please give me a blanket
Keep me warm, let me wear your coat
No one knows what its like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes
Look, he’s crawling up my wall
Black and hairy, very small
Now he’s up above my head
Hanging by a little thread
Boris the spider
Boris the spider
Now he’s dropped on to the floor
Heading for the bedroom door
Maybe he’s as scared as me
Where’s he gone now, I can’t see
He’s come to a sticky end
Don’t think he will ever mend
Never more will he crawl ’round
He’s embedded in the ground
Boris the spider
Boris the spider
People try to put us d-down (Talkin’ ’bout my generation)
Just because we get around (Talkin’ ’bout my generation)
Things they do look awful c-c-cold (Talkin’ ’bout my generation)
I hope I die before I get old (Talkin’ ’bout my generation)
This is my generation
This is my generation, baby
Why don’t you all f-fade away (Talkin’ ’bout my generation)
And don’t try to dig what we all s-s-say (Talkin’ ’bout my generation)
I’m not trying to cause a big s-s-sensation (Talkin’ ’bout my generation)
I’m just talkin’ ’bout my g-g-g-generation (Talkin’ ’bout my generation)
This is my generation
This is my generation, baby
Why don’t you all f-fade away (Talkin’ ’bout my generation)
And don’t try to d-dig what we all s-s-say (Talkin’ ’bout my generation)
I’m not trying to cause a b-big s-s-sensation (Talkin’ ’bout my generation)
I’m just talkin’ ’bout my g-g-generation (Talkin’ ’bout my generation)
This is my generation
This is my generation, baby
People try to put us d-down (Talkin’ ’bout my generation)
Just because we g-g-get around (Talkin’ ’bout my generation)
Things they do look awful c-c-cold (Talkin’ ’bout my generation)
Yeah, I hope I die before I get old (Talkin’ ’bout my generation)
This is my generation
This is my generation, baby
Only love
Can make it rain
The way the beach is kissed by the sea
Only love
Can make it rain
Like the sweat of lovers
Laying in the fields.
Love, Reign o’er me
Love, Reign o’er me, rain on me
Only love
Can bring the rain
That makes you yearn to the sky
Only love
Can bring the rain
That falls like tears from on high
Love Reign O’er me
On the dry and dusty road
The nights we spend apart alone
I need to get back home to cool cool rain
I can’t sleep and I lay and I think
The night is hot and black as ink
Oh God, I need a drink of cool cool rain
Every time I try to understand
The meaning hidden deep into my heart
I crumble down, the taste of losing all
Is always bitter when I sip from my cold blood
Losing what when there is nothing much to gain?
Oh stop yourself, and have a thought
Watch your life
Mother earth is there, emotionless to your eyes
You can love her sons, but at the end you´re all alone
Come and dance this reel, disillusion´s for real
Stop yourself for god´s sake, try to take a look at yourself
How can you pretend of having my faith
Of gaining all the respect and the love that I can give
I even hardly believe in myself
Where is the tunnel white, they told me of?
Losing what when there is nothing much to gain?
Stop yourself and have a thought
Watch your life
Mother earth is there, emotionless to your eyes
You can love her sons, but at the end you´re all alone
Come and dance this reel, disillusion´s for real
Stop yourself for god´s sake, try to take a look at yourself
take a look at yourself…
take a look at yourself…
just take a look at yourself
Ever since I was a young boy/I’ve played the silver ball./From Soho down to Brighton/I must’ve played them all/But I ain’t seen nothing like him/In any amusement hall/That deaf, dumb, and blind kid/sure plays a mean pinball.
He stands like a statue/becomes part of the machine/feeling all the bumpers/always plays it clean/plays by intuition/the digit counters fall/that deaf, dumb, and blind kid sure plays a mean pinball.
He’s a pinball wizard/there has to be a twist/a pinball wizard’s got such a supple wrist.
How do you think he does it?/I don’t know/What makes him so good?
Ain’t got no distractions/can’t hear no buzzers and bells/don’t see no lights a-flashing/plays by sense of smell/always gets a replay/never seen him fall/that deaf, dumb, and blind kid sure plays a mean pinball.
I thought I was the Bally table king/ but I just handed my pinball crown to him.
Even on my favourite table/he can beat my best/his disciples lead him in/and he just does the rest/he’s got crazy little fingers/never seen him fall/that deaf, dumb, and blind kid sure plays a mean pinball.
Ever since I was a young boy/I’ve played the silver ball./From Soho down to Brighton/I must’ve played them all/But I ain’t seen nothing like him/In any amusement hall/That deaf, dumb, and blind kid/sure plays a mean pinball.
He stands like a statue/becomes part of the machine/feeling all the bumpers/always plays it clean/plays by intuition/the digit counters fall/that deaf, dumb, and blind kid sure plays a mean pinball.
He’s a pinball wizard/there has to be a twist/a pinball wizard’s got such a supple wrist.
How do you think he does it?/I don’t know/What makes him so good?
Ain’t got no distractions/can’t hear no buzzers and bells/don’t see no lights a-flashing/plays by sense of smell/always gets a replay/never seen him fall/that deaf, dumb, and blind kid sure plays a mean pinball.
I thought I was the Bally table king/ but I just handed my pinball crown to him.
Even on my favourite table/he can beat my best/his disciples lead him in/and he just does the rest/he’s got crazy little fingers/never seen him fall/that deaf, dumb, and blind kid sure plays a mean pinball.
Ever since I was a young boy/I’ve played the silver ball./From Soho down to Brighton/I must’ve played them all/But I ain’t seen nothing like him/In any amusement hall/That deaf, dumb, and blind kid/sure plays a mean pinball.
He stands like a statue/becomes part of the machine/feeling all the bumpers/always plays it clean/plays by intuition/the digit counters fall/that deaf, dumb, and blind kid sure plays a mean pinball.
He’s a pinball wizard/there has to be a twist/a pinball wizard’s got such a supple wrist.
How do you think he does it?/I don’t know/What makes him so good?
Ain’t got no distractions/can’t hear no buzzers and bells/don’t see no lights a-flashing/plays by sense of smell/always gets a replay/never seen him fall/that deaf, dumb, and blind kid sure plays a mean pinball.
I thought I was the Bally table king/ but I just handed my pinball crown to him.
Even on my favourite table/he can beat my best/his disciples lead him in/and he just does the rest/he’s got crazy little fingers/never seen him fall/that deaf, dumb, and blind kid sure plays a mean pinball.
alone on a train, aimless with wonder/ an outdated map crumpled in my pocket/ but I didn’t care where I was going/ they’re all different names for the same place
the coast dissappeared when the sea drwoned the sun/ I knew no words to share with anyone/ the boundaries of language I quietly cursed/ and all the different names for the same thing
it was 100 degrees as we sat beneath a willow tree whose tears didn’t care, they just hung in the air and refused to fall, to fall/ and i knew i’d made a horrible call and now the state line felt like the berlin wall and there was no doubt about which side i was on/cuz i built you a home in my heart/ with rotten wood, and it decayed from the start
and you can’t find nothing at all if there was nothing there all along/ no you cant find nothing at all if there was nothing there all along
i braved treacherous streets and kids strung out on homemade speed and we shared a bed in which i could not sleep at all/ cuz that night the sun in retreat made the skyline look like crooked teeth in the mouth of a man who was devouring us both/youre so cute when youre slurring your speech/but theyre closing the bar and the want us to leave
and you cant find nothing at all if there was nothing there all along/ no you cant find nothin at all if there was nothin there all along
im a war of head vs. heart, its always this way/ my head is weak, my heart always speaks before i know what it will say
and you cant find nothing at all if there was nothing there all along/ no you cant find nothin at all if there was nothin there all along
there were churches, theme parks and malls/there was nothin there all along
the saddest song ever is “what sarah said” by DCfC (death cab for cutie)
and it came to me then that everyplan was a tiny prayer to Father time/ as i stared at me shoes in thte ICU that reeked of pss and 409/ and i rationed my breaths as i said to myself that id already taken to much today/ as each descending peak on the LCD took you a little farther away from me
amongst the vending machines and year old magazines in a place where we only say goodbye/ it stung like a violent wind that our memory depends on a faulty camera in our minds/ and i knew that you were the truth i would rather ose than to have never lain beside at all/ and i looked around at all the eyes on the ground as the TV entertained itslef
cuz theres no comfort in the waiting room/ just nervous pacers bracing for bad news/ and the nurse comes round, and everyone’ll lift their head/ but im thinking of what sarah said/ “Love id watching someone die.”
So who’s gonna watch you die?/ who’s gonna watch you die?
Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
caught in a landslide
escape from reality
open your eyes,
look up to the skies and see
I’m just a poor boy,
I need no sympathy,
Because I’m Easy Come, Easy Go
Little High, Little Low,
Any way the wind blows,
doesn’t really matter to me,
to me.
Mama, just killed a man
put a gun against his head,
pulled my trigger now he’s dead
mama, life had just begun
and now I’ve gone and thrown it all away
Mama, ooooooh
if I’m not back again this time tomorrow
Carry On, carry on.
as if nothing really matters
Too Late, my time has come
send shivers down my spine
body’s achin all the time
good bye, everybody,
I’ve got to go
Gotta leave you all behind
and face the truth
Mama, ooooh
I don’t wanna die,
Sometimes wish I’d never been born at all,
I see a little silhouetto of a man
SCADAMOOSH! SCADAMOOSH!
will you do the fandango,
Thunderbolt and lightning,
very very frightening ME!
galileo, galileo, galileo galileo,
Galileo figaro,
Magnificoooooo
I’m just a poor boy, nobody loves me!
HE’S JUST A POOR BOY, FROM A POOR FAMILY
SPARE HIM HIS LIFE FROM THIS MONSTROSITY!
Easy Come, Easy Go, Will you let me go
Bismillah, NO! We will not let you go,
LET HIM GO!
Bismillah NO! We will not let you go
Let Him go!
We will not let you go,
Let him go
will not let you go!
Let him gooooooooo
No No No No No NO NO!
Mama Mia Mama Mia
Mama Mia let me go!
Beezlebub has a devil put aside for me, for me, for MEEEEE!!!
So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye?
So you think you can love me and leave me to die?
No Baby, Can you listen to me baby,
Just gotta get out, just gotta get right out of here
Nothing really matters,
Anyone can see,
Nothing really matters,
Nothing really matters
To me….
Feels like I’m miles from here
in other towns
with lesser names where
The unholy ghost doesn’t tell
Mary or William exactly what they want to hear.
You remember the house on Ridge Road
Told you and the devil to both just leave me alone.
If this is salvation I can show you the trembling.
You’ll just have to trust me.
I’m scared.
I am the patron saint of lost causes.
Aren’t we all to you just mere lost causes?
Are we all to you just lost?
Tommy, you’re left behind
something you’ll mean everything right before you die.
What if you gain the whole world?
You’ve already lost four little souls from your life.
Widows and orphans aren’t hard to find
They’re home missing daddy who’s saving the abandoned tonight.
Wish your drinking would hurry and kill you,
Sympathy’s better than having to tell you the truth.
That you are the patron saint of lost causes
All you are to them is now a lost cause
All you are to them is now cause lost…
Billy, don’t you understand?
Timothy stood as long as he could and now
you made his faith disappear,
more like a magician
and less like a man of the cloth.
We’re not questioning God,
Just those he chose to carry on his cause.
We’ll grow better, you’ll see
Just all of us, the lost causes.
Aren’t we all to you just lost causes?
Aren’t we all to you lost?
Patron saint, are we all lost like you?
Patron saint, are we all lost like you?
Patron saint, are we all lost like you?
Patron saint, are we all lost like you?
37-Drunk driving…and yes, I’ve written the melodies for them. I’m glad you like them. But I’m not depressed…I just get kind of sad, sometimes (you know how it is), and I find it easiest to write songs when I’m sad or angry, because those are stronger emotions. I started to write happier songs, but never really finished them.
38-Thanks! If you want to write songs, well, it’s a lot like poetry (it pretty much is, just with a tune and a rhythm), and it’s easiest to write them when you feel really strongly about something, you know?
72-That’d be “Scaramouche” not “SCADAMOOSH” Scaramouche is i believe of muse-ish fame from the swordfighting movie reviews. Or maybe i just made that up. But i’m pretty sure it was in there.
You walk out on the high wire
You’re a dancer on thin ice
You pay no heed to the danger
And less to advice
Your footsteps are forbidden
But with knowledge of your sin
You throw your love to all the strangers
And caution to the wind
And you go dancing through doorways
Just to see what you will find
Leaving nothing to interfere
With the crazy balance of your mind
And when you finally reappear
At the place where you came in
Youre thrown your love to all the strangers
And caution to the wind
It takes love over gold
And mind over matter
To do what you to that you must
When the things that you hold
Can fall and be shattered
Or run through your fingers like dust
Ebeth- That’s really cool. Here’s what wikipedia has to say about Scaramouche:
Scaramouche in History
Historically, Scaramouche (real name was Tiberio Fiorilli) was an actor born in Naples, Italy in 1608. He was a member of Commedia dell’Arte and was a contemporary of Molière. He died in 1694.
Scaramouche in popular culture
The rock group Queen refers to Scaramouche in the song “Bohemian Rhapsody” written by the late Freddie Mercury:
I see a little silhouetto of a man
Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the fandango?
Thunderbolt and lightning, very very frightening me …
Scaramouche is also the name of the lead female role in the Queen musical We Will Rock You.
I just bought Cassadaga, the newest album by Bright Eyes. Oh I love the lyrics Conor Oberst writes…
Cleanse Song
Hear the chimes, did you know that the wind when it blows
It is older than Rome and all of this sorrow
See the new pyramids down in old Manhattan
From the roof of a friend’s I watched an empire ending
Heard it loud and long the river’s Om
Time marching on to a madman’s drum
Don’t forget what you’ve learned all you give is returned
And if life seems absurd what you need is some laughter
And a season to sleep and a place to get clean
Maybe Los Angeles, somewhere no one is expecting
On a detox loft through a Glendale Park over sidewalk chalk
Someone wrote in red, “start over”
So I muffled my scream on an Oxnard beach
Full of fever dreams that scare you sober
Into saltless dinners
Take the fruit from the tree, break the skin with your teeth
Is it bitter or sweet? All depends on your timing
Like a meeting of chance with the train station glance
Many lifetimes had past in a instant reminded
Of a millstone house in a seaside town
When your heart gave out in a mission bed
So your wife gave birth to a funeral dirge
You woke up purged as a wailing infant
In Krug Thep, Thailand
Hear the chimes, did you know that the wind when it blows
It is older than Rome and our joy and our sorrow
Okay cool. My last comment was totally random, and anyway, this is my first time here on MB. So… Song lyrics. What the heck is that supposed to mean? I guess we just discuss it. Do any of you know songs with terrible lyrics, or at least badly sung ones? (There goes nothing.)
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!
I’ve got “Squeeze box” by The Who stuck in my head! And I’ve only been awake for half an hour, without listening to it. I’ll try to make you share my misery.
Mama’s got a squeeze box
She wears on her chest
And when Daddy comes home
He never gets no rest
‘Cause she’s playing all night
And the music’s all right
Mama’s got a squeeze box
Daddy never sleeps at night
Well the kids don’t eat
And the dog can’t sleep
There’s no escape from the music
In the whole damn street
‘Cause she’s playing all night
And the music’s all right
Mama’s got a squeeze box
Daddy never sleeps at night
She goes in and out and in and out and in and out and in and out
She’s playing all night
And the music’s all tight
Mama’s got a squeeze box
Daddy never sleeps at night
She goes, squeeze me, come on and squeeze me
Come on and tease me like you do
I’m so in love with you
Mama’s got a squeeze box
Daddy never sleeps at night
She goes in and out and in and out and in and out and in and out
‘Cause she’s playing all night
And the music’s all right
Mama’s got a squeeze box
Daddy never sleeps at night
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SupremeMuser2000, the All Mighty Queen of Museicalifornia says:
Fine, Museum of Idiots is the saddest song I’ve heard.
My song for today: Contrecoup, because it’s stuck in my head now. Or maybe Am I Awake?, because it was my alarm clock and it got stuck in my head most of the morning. But I am awake, so that will be my song of the day sometime I’m tired.
Contrecoup:
You know what’s wrong with me
You know phrenology
You saw my injury
You can tell just by looking at my skull
Contrecoup, on the rebound
Contrecoup hurt me again
And the second was worse by far than the first
‘Cause it made me limerent
When my head was hit
I bounced away from it
Or as someone who is craniosophic would say
The brain went the opposite way
Contrecoup, on the rebound
Contrecoup hurt me again
And the second was worse by far than the first
‘Cause the first just left me feeling inert
But the contrecoup woke my feelings for you
And it left me limerent
Am I Awake?:
Am I awake?
What time is it?
When I get through this day
Can someone tell me how
And how much longer now
Am I awake?
The coffee’s cold, did I forget to drink it yet?
Did I forget?
My clothes are wet I don’t remember drinking it
When I get through this part
Will the next one be the same?
Will I be wondering
If I’m awake?
These are not the clothes I had on when I went to bed
And something else besides my hair is growing from my head
And when I close my eyes it looks the same as when I open them again
Am I awake?
What time is it?
Is it that time again?
Wasn’t it already then?
So does it have to be
The time it was again?
When I get through the day
Can’t someone tell me how
And how much longer now
Am I awake?
Am I awake?
When I get through this day
Can someone tell me how
And how much longer now
Am I awake?
When I get through this day
Can someone tell me how
And how much longer now
Am I awake?
Still don’t know what I was waiting for
And my time was running wild
A million dead-end streets and
Every time I thought I’d got it made
It seemed the taste was not so sweet
So I turned myself to face me
But I’ve never caught a glimpse
Of how the others must see the faker
I’m much too fast to take that test
Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes
Turn and face the strange
(Ch-ch-Changes)
Don’t want to be a richer man
Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes
Turn and face the strange
(Ch-ch-Changes)
Just gonna have to be a different man
Time may change me
But I can’t trace time
I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
So the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They’re quite aware of what they’re going through
Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes
Turn and face the strange
(Ch-ch-Changes)
Don’t tell them to grow up and out of it
Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes
Turn and face the stranger
(Ch-ch-Changes)
Where’s your shame
You’ve left us up to our necks in it
Time may change me
But you can’t trace time
Strange fascination, fascinating me
Ah changes are taking the pace I’m going through
Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes
(Turn and face the strange)
Ch-ch-Changes
Oh, look out you rock ‘n rollers
Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes
(Turn and face the strange)
Ch-ch-Changes
Pretty soon now you’re gonna get older
Time may change me
But I can’t trace time
I said that time may change me
But I can’t trace time
• THE LLAMA SONG
Here’s a llama there’s a llama, and another little llama
fuzzy llama, funny llama, llama llama duck
llama llama cheesecake llama, tablet brick potato llama, llama llama mushroom llama, llama llama duck
I was once a treehouse, I lived in a cake, but I never saw the way the orange slayed the rake. I was only three years dead, but it told a tale, and now listen little child to the safety rail
did you ever see a llama, kiss a llama, on the llama, llama’s llama, tastes of llama, llama llama duck
half a llama, twice the llama, not a llama, farmer llama, llama in a car, alarm a llama llama duck
is that how it’s told now
is it all so old
is it made of lemon juice, doorknob ankle cold
now my song is getting thin, I’ve run out of luck
time for me to retire now and become a duck
91- Butterfly Boucher!! I was just going to post a song by her!
A Beautiful Book
The tree
That wanted to be
A beautiful book
It would die
If that’s what it took…aahhh
The sand
That went to see
So much more
Help the blind
Find what they were looking for..aahhh
The bird
Who could sing
A soothing tune
To wake the dead and let life back in…aahhh
Well everything’s
Full of dreams for one thing…woo hooo and everything’s
Full of dreams for reasons…woo hoo
In the shade
Of the woods
Sat a bear
Who wanted to be
A poets coat… aahhh
Another tree
Who wanted to be
A sturdy boat
On the gentle sea…aahhh
Well everything’s
Full of derams for one thing…woo hoo
And everything’s
Full of dreams for reasons…woo hoo Everything’s
Full of dreams
There was a book that took the world by storm a writer’s sight found and written down
A fur coat…a sturdy boat… a sprouting shoot… a sprouting soul… and still the quill… goes on and on…and still
The quill goes on and ooooooooooon
Well everything’s
Full of dreams for one thing…woo hoo
And everything’s
Full of dreams for reasons…woo hoo
And everything’s
Full of dreams for one thing Woo Hoo…
So keep dreaming
90- Well, it was origianally written in Hungarian. Despite having Hungarian heritage, I don’t speak a single word, so I think a translation would be your best bet.
Translation of the song “Utakata” (Ephemeral) by Kagrra. This is a simply beautiful song, and if you listen to one of my recommendations, let it be this one. -_- Seriously, watch the video on YouTube or something, even if you’re not a fan the use of the traditional koto and the traditional themes just work so well. (Also not that here desire is more like a wish for something. At least that’s how I interpret it from the original Japanese, though I didn’t translate this….) The translated lyrics don’t do it justice. adfhjadkhad.
Desire pours down on you
Beyond sorrow
If ever we met once more
I would think of your tears
Time flows by
Remembering things from a distant past
On that day the stars
Sparkled more than anything
And I felt eternity
Desire pours down on you
Beyond sorrow
If ever we met once more
I would think of your tears
These fragile scattered thoughts
Brilliant like a flower in full bloom
However,often we pass the seasons by
I’m sure you can hear my voice
Meeting and parting
However,much we look back it’s already washed away
By tears,and when
Will they flow so much i will drown
By thoughts of you
Desire pours down on you
At the end of our fate
If ever we met once more
I believe in these feelings i am singing of
These fragile scattered thoughts
Brilliant like a flower in full bloom
However,often we pass the seasons by
I’m sure you can hear my voice
If i had wings on my back
I would follow you
On the thread of my memory
And hold you once more
102- vicinity of obscenity, by system of a down. personally, i think it has very muserly lyrics. really. its like the llama song. except not annoying, and a real song. banana banana banana banana banana terracotta pie!!!!!!!!!!
Making fiends, Making fiends, Vendetta’s always making fiends, making fiends, while Charlotte makes friends.
This is the song that never ends, it just goes on and on my friends, some people started singing it, not knowing what it was, and they’ll just keep on singing it forever just because This is the song that never ends, it just goes on and on my friends, some people started singing it, not knowing what it was, and they’ll just keep on singing it forever just because This is the song that never ends, it just goes on and on my friends, some people started singing it, not knowing what it was, and they’ll just keep on singing it forever just because This is the song that never ends, it just goes on and on my friends, some people started singing it, not knowing what it was, and they’ll just keep on singing it forever just because This is the song that never ends, it just goes on and on my friends, some people started singing it, not knowing what it was, and they’ll just keep on singing it forever just because This is the song that never ends.
When I was younger, so much younger, younger than today, never needed anybody’s help in any way.
now i will tell you what i’ve done for you…fifteen thousand tears i’ve cried…screaming, decieving, and bleeding for you…but you, still won’t hear me…goin’ under…now tormented daily, defeated by you, just when i thought i’d reached the bottom…time, again…goin’ under…
more to come. htat was Going Under by Evanescence. one uv my fav songs.
She keeps Moet et Chandon
In her pretty cabinet
‘Let them eat cake’ she says
Just like Marie Antoinet
building a remedy
For Kruschev and Kennedy
At anytime an invitation
You can’t decline
Caviar and cigarettes
Well versed in etiquette
Extraordinarily nice
Chorus
She’s a Killer Queen
Gunpowder, guillotine
Dynamite with a laser beam
Guaranteed to blow your mind
Anytime
Recommended at the price
Insatiable an appetite
Wanna try?
To avoid complications
She never kept the same address
[ Lyrics found on www. metrolyrics. com ]
In conversation
She spoke just like a baroness
Met a man from China
Went down to Geisha Minah
Then again incidentally
If you’re that way inclined
Perfume came naturally from Paris
For cars she couldn’t care less
Fastidious and precise
Chorus
Drop of a hat she’s as willing as
Playful as a pussy cat
Then momentarily out of action
Temporarily out of gas
To absolutely drive you wild, wild
She’s all out to get you
Chorus
Recommended at the price
Insatiable an appetite
Wanna try?
You wanna try
I love KT Tunstall too.
{Two, three, four}
(woo-hoo, woo-hoo) [throughout the whole song]
Well my heart knows me better than I know myself
So I’m gonna let it do all the talking.
I came across a place in the middle of nowhere
With a big black horse and a cherry tree.
I felt a little fear upon my back
He said “Don’t look back, just keep on walking.”
When the big black horse said, “Hey lady!” {When the big black horse said, “Look this way”}
Said, “Look this way, will you marry me?” {Said, “Hey, lady, will you marry me?”}
But I said no, no, no, no-no-no
I said no, no, you’re not the one for me
No, no, no, no-no-no
I said no, no, you’re not the one for me
And my heart hit a problem, in the early hours,
So I stopped it dead for a beat or two.
But I cut some cord, and I shouldn’t have done it,
And it won’t forgive me after all these years
So I sent it to a place in the middle of nowhere
With a big black horse and a cherry tree.
Now it won’t come back, ’cause it’s oh so happy
And now I’ve got a hole for the world to see
And it said no, no, no, no-no-no
Said no, no, you’re not the one for me
No, no, no, no-no-no-no
Said no, no, you’re not the one for me
{Not the one for me}
Said no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no,
You’re not the one for me
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
You’re not the one for me
(do, do, do, do)
Well I was
Big black horse and a cherry tree
I can’t quite get there ’cause my heart’s forsaken me
Big black horse and a cherry tree
(Big black horse and a cherry tree) I can’t quite get there ’cause my heart’s forsaken me
(Big black horse and a cherry tree) I can’t quite get there ’cause my heart’s forsaken me
(Big black horse and a cherry tree) I can’t quite get there ’cause my heart’s forsaken me
No, no, no, no
(Big black horse and a cherry tree) I can’t quite get there ’cause my heart’s forsaken me
No, no, no, no
(Big black horse and a cherry tree) I can’t quite get there ’cause my heart’s forsaken me
(Big black horse and a cherry tree) I can’t quite get there ’cause my heart’s forsaken me
(Big black horse and a cherry tree) I can’t quite get there ’cause my heart’s forsaken me
I can’t quite get there cause my heart’s forsaken me
(Big black horse and a cherry tree) I can’t quite get there ’cause my heart’s forsaken me
(Big black horse and a cherry tree) I can’t quite get there ’cause my heart’s forsaken me
Her face is a map of the world
Is a map of the world
You can see she’s a beautiful girl
She’s a beautiful girl
And everything around her is a silver pool of light
The people who surround her feel the benefit of it
It makes you calm
She holds you captivated in her palm
Suddenly I see (Suddenly I see)
This is what I wanna be
Suddenly I see (Suddenly I see)
Why the hell it means so much to me
I feel like walking the world
Like walking the world
You can hear she’s a beautiful girl
She’s a beautiful girl
She fills up every corner like she’s born in black and white
Makes you feel warmer when you’re trying to remember
What you heard
She likes to leave you hanging on her word
Suddenly I see (Suddenly I see)
This is what I wanna be
Suddenly I see (Suddenly I see)
Why the hell it means so much to me
And she’s taller than most
And she’s looking at me
I can see her eyes looking from a page in a magazine
Oh she makes me feel like I could be a tower
A big strong tower
She got the power to be
The power to give
The power to see
Suddenly I see (Suddenly I see)
This is what I wanna be
Suddenly I see (Suddenly I see)
Why the hell it means so much to me
they see me mowin’…my front lawn…i know they’re all thinkin’ i’m so white and nerdy, think i’m just too white & nerdy, think i’m just too white & nerdy, i’m just too white aaand nerdy, think i’m just too white and nerdy…i wanna roll with…the gangstas, but so far they all think i’m just too white and nerdy…
*begin rap*
first at my class here at MIT,
got skillz, i’m a champion of D&D,
M.C. Escher, that’s my fav’rite emcee,
keep your 40, i’ll just have some Earl Grey tea.
my rims never spin, to the contrary,
you’ll find that they’re quite stationary.
all of my action figures are cherry,
Stephen Hawking’s in my library.
my MySpace page is all totally pimped out,
got people beggin’ for my Top 8 spaces.
i know pi to a thousand places,
ain’t got no grills but i still wear braces.
i order all of my sandwiches with mayonnaise,
i’m a whiz at minesweeper and i play for days.
once you see my sweet moves you’re gonna stay amazed,
my fingers movin’ so fast i’ll set the place ablaze.
there’s no killer app i haven’t run,
at Pascal, well i’m number one.
do vector calculus just for fun,
ain’t gotta gat, but i got a sodering gun. (what?)
Happy Days is my favrite theme song,
i can sure kick your butt in a game of pingpong,
i’ll ace any trivia quiz you bring on,
i’m fluent in JavaScript as well as Klingon.
they see me roll on, my Segway, i know in my heart they think i’m white and nerdy…*chorus*
i been browsin’, inspectin’,
X-Men comics, you know i collect em’.
the pens in my pocket, i must protect em’,
my ergonomic keyboard never leaves me bored.
shoppin’ online for deals on some writable media,
i edit Wikipedia.
i memorized Holy Grail really well,
i can recite it right now and have you ROTFLOL.
i got a business doin’ websites, (websites)
when my friends need some code, who do they call?
i do HTML for em’ all,
even make a homepage for my dog.
I got myself a fannypack,
they were having a sale down at the Gap.
spend every night with a roll of bubble wrap,
pop, pop – hope no one sees me get freaky.
i’m nerdy in the extreme,
whiter than sour cream.
i was in A/V Club, Glee Club,
and even the Chess Team.
the only question i
ever thought was hard
is do i like Kirk
or do i like Picard
spend every weekend at the Renaissance Fair,
got my name on my underwear.
109-w00t.
(parody of “i want it that way by the backstreet boys)
A used…pink bathrobe
A rare…mint snowglobe
A Smurf…TV tray
I bought on eBay
My house…is filled with this crap
Shows up in bubble wrap
Most every day
What I bought on eBay
Tell me why (I need another pet rock)
Tell me why (I got that Alf alarm clock)
Tell me why (I bid on Shatner’s old toupee)
They had it on eBay
I’ll buy…your knick-knack
Just check…My feedback
“A++!” they all say
They love me on eBay
Gonna buy (a slightly damaged golf bag)
Gonna buy (some Beanie Babies, new with tag)
(From some guy) I never met in Norway
Found him on eBay
I am the type who is liable to snipe you
With two seconds left to go, whoa
Got Paypal or Visa, whatever’ll please ya
As long as I’ve got the dough
I’ll buy…your tchotchkes
Sell me…your watch, please
I’ll buy (I’ll buy, I’ll buy, I’ll buy…)
I’m highest bidder now
(Junk keeps arriving in the mail)
(From that world-wide garage sale)
(Hey! A Dukes of Hazzard ashtray)
Oh yeah…(I bought it on eBay)
Wanna buy (a PacMan Fever lunchbox)
Wanna buy (a case of vintage tube socks)
(Wanna buy a Kleenex used by Dr. Dre)
(Found it on eBay)
Wanna buy (that Farrah Fawcett poster)
(Pez dispensers and a toaster)
(Don’t know why…The kind of stuff you’d throw away)
(I’ll buy on eBay)
What I bought on eBay
Ever since I was a young boy/I’ve played the silver ball./From Soho down to Brighton/I must’ve played them all/But I ain’t seen nothing like him/In any amusement hall/That deaf, dumb, and blind kid/sure plays a mean pinball.
He stands like a statue/becomes part of the machine/feeling all the bumpers/always plays it clean/plays by intuition/the digit counters fall/that deaf, dumb, and blind kid sure plays a mean pinball.
He’s a pinball wizard/there has to be a twist/a pinball wizard’s got such a supple wrist.
How do you think he does it?/I don’t know/What makes him so good?
Ain’t got no distractions/can’t hear no buzzers and bells/don’t see no lights a-flashing/plays by sense of smell/always gets a replay/never seen him fall/that deaf, dumb, and blind kid sure plays a mean pinball.
I thought I was the Bally table king/ but I just handed my pinball crown to him.
Even on my favourite table/he can beat my best/his disciples lead him in/and he just does the rest/he’s got crazy little fingers/never seen him fall/that deaf, dumb, and blind kid sure plays a mean pinball.
The following song comes from the custom from which the name agagabagabag originated. It is used at the ceremony where the old shaman retires and the new is picked.
Chorus:
Agagagagagagagagagag/agagagagagagagag/agagagagagagagag/agagagagagagagag/
Agagaxagagaxagagaxagagaxag/agaxagagaxagagaxagagaxag/
buruburuburburub/burubburuburuburub/
Chorus
This goes on and on and on and on and on and on until the tribal shaman is bored to death. The one who jumps up first becomes his succsessor.
cheese rapped white+nerdy for niekamp’s poetry contest thing. it was hilarious, because cheese is possibly the whitest and nerdiest person around besides weird al, bill, and andy. but she didn’t win :'(
118-These three girls at my school’s talent show decided to do White+Nerdy. These three are probably the three “most popular” girls in the lower 2 grades, so it was HILARIOUS when they showed up in suspenders, clown-length shoes, taped up glasses, and pocket protectors. They only got 3rd (or 6th, because of a bunch of ties) though.
Nazarene in the valley of persuasion
To receive last temptations from Lord Satan
“Take a bite” said the serpent “eat of it”
Without no choice to do so, you cannot resist
Impaled crucifixion
Compassion forgot
Eternal damnation
Once upon a cross
Blasphemy laughs at thee
Jesus you’ve been deceived
Struggling on the cross
Gagging to breathe
Despite your god, question why
You were retrieved by the angel of light
Kill him, kill him, kill him… Satan
Nazarene screaming on his crucifixion
Prophecy in its final contradiction
When you die is when the lie will be believed
Upon the cross, before the world to see
Once upon the cross
And another one:
The Stench Of Redemption
Dead and gone, you and the hatred,
Ignorance, is searing in failure…
What is what, will always be questioned,
You’re the one who lives in deception…
Bow to a god I will never want,
Look him in the face as I taste his blood..
Fall to my knees and forget myself..
Forever and ever and never I will
Rot with disgust and no dignity…
Enemy of me you will always be…
Fall to your dead and except the fact…
The stench of redemption there’s no coming back…
Curse the plight and all explanation….
Jesus Christ foreboding impatience,
Step aside, and fall from your grace man
God the son, lost in temptation
Never will you rise from the flames of death…
Dying as you bleed and the your lies confessed..
Elements untie at the end you see…
Unbridled revenge in my heart unto thee…
In an endless sea of divine regret..
Living in the past with the words you said…
Anger disbelief will convince the soul…
The stench of redemption, you’re dead to this world…
Dead and gone, you and the hatred,
Ignorance, is searing in failure…
What is what, will always be questioned,
You’re the one who lives in deception…
Bow to a god I will never want,
Look him in the face as I taste his blood..
Fall to my knees and forget myself..
Forever and ever and never I will
Rot with disgust and no dignity…
Enemy of me you will always be…
Fall to your dead and except the fact…
The Stench of redemption there’s no coming back…
And now some Nevermore:
1. Born
[Loomis, Dane]
Religion changed the face of man, thou shalt not kill, we all are gone
The seed of ignorance is born thou shalt not think, thou shalt conform
The pigs order us to follow orders and obey
The flies drink the decaying nectar of their tortured effigy
Cling to wasted beliefs and visions and bathe in apathy again
No solution, the retribution of spiritual sickness begins
The legacy of suffering is through, the guilt we bear shall not tear us in two
Born we are the same, within the silence, indfference by thy name
Torn we walk alone, we sleep in silent shades
The grandeur fades, the meaning never known
If nothing in the world can change our children will inherit nothing
Born we are the same, within the silence, indfference by thy name
Torn we walk alone, we sleep in silent shades
The grandeur fades, the meaning never known
The pigs call for pure submission and fall into the fray
The lonely hunter beats his shallow drum, the soundtrack of world disarray
Cling to wasted beliefs and visions and bathe in apathy again
No solution, the retribution of spiritual sickness begins
Born we are the same, within the silence, indfference by thy name
Torn we walk alone, we sleep in silent shades
The grandeur fades, the meaning never known
If nothing in the world can change our children will inherit nothing
2. Final Product
[Loomis, Dane]
The media loves hte latest tragic suicide
They exploit it, then package it and profit from the people who die
Look at the world, look at the hell, look at the hate that we’ve made
Look at the final product, a world in slow decay
I’m told that all your seeds are black
I’ve learned the question in unanswered and opaque
We’re witnessing a famine of the innocent
Did they die for religion or the government?
Because if your god won’t do, their god will starve you
Look at the world, look at the hell, look at the hate that we’ve made
Look at the final product, a world in slow decay
I’m told that all your seeds are black
I’ve learned the question is unanswered and opaque
There are those that believe the world is ending again
That impending armageddon is inevitable and waiting
I’ve told that all your seas are black
I’ve learned the question is unanswered and opaque
We live in a time of revolution
We swim the silent seas of sanity gone
“Old Godzilla was hopping around
Tokyo City like a big playground
when suddenly Batman burst from the shade
and hit Godzilla with a Batgrenade
Godzilla got pissed and began to attack
but didn’t expect to be blocked by Shaq
who proceeded to open up a can of Shaq Fu
when Aaron Carter came out of the blue
and he started beating up Shaquille O’Neal
then they both got flattened by the Batmobile
but before it could make it back to the Batcave
Abraham Lincoln popped out of his grave
and took an AK47 out from under his hat
and blew Batman away with a rat-a-tat-tat
but he ran out of bullets and he ran away
because Optimus Prime came to save the day
this is the Ultimate Showdown of Ultimate Destiny
good guys, bad guys, and explosions as far as the eye can see
and only one will survive, I wonder who it will be
this is the Ultimate Showdown of Ultimate Destiny
Godzilla took a bite out of Optimus Prime
like Scruff McGruff took a bite out of crime
and then Shaq came back covered in a tire track
but Jackie Chan jumped out and landed on his back
and Batman was injured, and trying to get steady
when Abraham Lincoln came back with a machete
but suddenly something caught his leg and he tripped
Indiana Jones took him out with his whip
then he saw Godzilla sneaking up from behind
and he reached for his gun which he just couldn’t find
’cause Batman stole it and he shot and he missed
and Jackie Chan deflected it with his fist
then he jumped in the air and did a summersault
while Abraham Lincoln tried to pole vault
onto Optimus Prime, but they collided in the air
then they both got hit by a Care Bear Stare, oooh
this is the Ultimate Showdown of Ultimate Destiny
good guys, bad guys, and explosions as far as the eye can see
and only one will survive, I wonder who it will be
this is the Ultimate Showdown…
angels sang out in immaculate chorus
down from the heavens descended Chuck Norris
who deliver a kick which could shatter bones
into the crotch of Indiana Jones
who fell over on the ground, writhing in pain
as Batman changed back into Bruce Wayne
but Chuck saw through his clever disguise
and he crushed Batman’s head in between his thighs
then Gandalf the Grey and Gandalf the White and
“Monty Python and the Holy Grail”‘s Black Knight and
Benito Mussolini and The Blue Meanie and
Cowboy Curtis and Jambi the Genie
Robocop, the Terminator, Captain Kirk, and Darth Vader
Lo Pan, Superman, every single Power Ranger
Bill S. Preston and Theodore Logan,
Spock, The Rock, Doc Ock, and Hulk Hogan
all came out of no where lightning fast
and they kicked Chuck Norris in his cowboy ass
it was the bloodiest battle the world ever saw
with civilians looking on total awe
and the fight raged on for a century
many lives were claimed, but eventually
the champion stood, the rest saw their better:
Mr. Rogers in a bloodstained sweater
this is the Ultimate Showdown of Ultimate Destiny
good guys, bad guys, and explosions as far as the eye can see
and only one will survive, I wonder who it will be
this is the Ultimate Showdown…
this is the Ultimate Showdown…
this is the Ultimate Showdown…
of Ultimate Destiny”
As I walk through the blackened forest
Thoughts of hate and anger fill my soul
The charred remains of the holy rollers
Scream repentance though it’s far too late
I fight back the laughter at what I see
The suffering healers false destined prophecy
He didn’t think yesterday of the end of his life
The brainwashed fools born again of a thousand lies
Hate filled screams break the silence
Terrifying dreams filling up your head
Blasphemy thrusting out, in the masses it reigns
The mask of hypocrisy is slowly unveiled
Fear the angels holocaust, they’re screaming
Dreams of pain forever entering your head
Death and hatred loathing, on mankind it feeds
Earth is dead and gone now, we’ve brought it to an end
For the last time I’ve been betrayed
Never again will I subject myself to this hypocrisy
Something is drawing me to the other side
Only time will tell my true destiny
The flowers you gave me are rotting and still I refuse to throw them away.
Some of the bulbs never opened quite fully
They might so I’m waiting and staying awake.
Things I have loved I’m allowed to keep
I’ll never know if I go to sleep.
The papers around me are piling and twisting Regina the paper back mummy
what then.
I’m taking the knife to the books that I own and chopping and chopping and boiling soup from stone.
Things I have loved I’m allowed to keep.
I’ll never know if I go to sleep.
Things I have loved I’m allowed to keep.
I’ll never know if I go to sleep.
Okay, here’s one of my FAV songs: (i write sins not tradgedies, by panic! at the disco)
O-oh, we’ll imagine, as I’m pacing the pews in a church corridor
And I can’t help but to hear,
No I can’t help but to hear an exchanging of words.
What a beautiful wedding!
What a beautiful wedding says the bridesmaid to the waiter
Yes, but what a shame, what a shame the poor groom’s- bride is a shhhhhhhhhhhhhh…
Chorus:
I chimed in, Haven’t you people ever heard of,
closing the, GOSH DARNED door now? It’s much better to face these kinds of things, with a sense of poise and rationality!
OK, the rest basicly repeats itself. Cool song, huh?
A long, long time ago…
I can still remember
How that music used to make me smile…
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
And, maybe, they’d be happy for a while…
But february made me shiver
With every paper I’d deliver.
Bad news on the doorstep;
I couldn’t take one more step
I can’t remember if I cried
When I read about his widowed bride,
But something touched me deep inside
The day… the muuuusic… died.
So bye-bye, miss american pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, “this’ll be the day that I die.
“this’ll be the day that I die.”
Did you write the book of love,
And do you have faith in God above,
If the Bible tells you so?
An’ do you believe in rock ’n roll?
Can music, save your mortal soul,
And… can ya’ teach me how to dance
reeeeeeeal sloooooow?
Well, I know that you’re in love with him
`cause I saw you dancin’ in the gym.
You both kicked off your shoes.
Man, I dig those rhythm and blues
I was a lonely teenage broncin’ buck
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck,
But I knew I was out of luck
The day, the muuusic died.
I started singin’,
“bye-bye, miss american pie.”
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, “this’ll be the day that I die…
“this’ll be the day that I die.”
Now for ten years, we’ve been on our own
And moss grows fat on a rollin’ stone,
But that’s not how it used to be…
When the jester sang for the king and queen,
In a coat he borrowed from james dean,
And a voice, that came from you and meee,
Oh, and while the king was looking down,
The jester stole his, thorny crown.
The courtroom was adjourned;
No verdict was retuuurned.
And while Lenin read the book of marx,
The quartet practiced, in the park,
And we sang dirges, in the dark
The day… the muusic died.
We were singing,
“bye-bye, miss american pie.”
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, “this’ll be the day that I die.
“this’ll be the day that I die.”
Helter skelter in a summer swelter.
The birds flew off with a fallout shelter,
Eight miles high and falling faaaaast.
It landed foul on the grass.
The players tried for a forward pass,
With the jester… on the sidelines… in a caaast.
Now the half-time air was, sweet perfume
While the sergeants played a marching tune.
We all got up to dance,
Ooh, but we never got the chance!
`cause the players tried to take the field;
The marching band refused to yield.
Do you recall what was revealed
The day.. the muusic died?
We started singing,
“bye-bye, miss american pie.”
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, “this’ll be the day that I die.
“this’ll be the day that I die.”
Oh, and there we were all in one place,
A generation lost in space
With no time left to start again.
So come on: jack be nimble, jack be quick!
Jack flash, sat on a candlestick
Cause fire is the devil’s only friend…
Oh, and as I watched him on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage.
No angel born in hell
Could break that satan’s spell
And as the flames climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite,
I saw satan laughing with delight
The day… the muuusic died
He was singing,
“bye-bye, miss american pie.”
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, “this’ll be the day that I die.
“this’ll be the day that I die…”
I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news,
But she just smiled and turned awaay.
I went down to the sacred store
Where I’d heard the music years before,
But the man there… said the music… wouldn’t plaaay.
And in the streets: the children screamed,
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed.
But not a word was spoken;
The church bells all were broken.
And the three men I admire most:
The father, son, and the holy ghost,
They caught the last train for the coast
The day… the music.. died.
And they were singing,
“bye-bye, miss american pie.”
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, “this’ll be the day that I die.
“this’ll be the day that I die.”
They were singing,
“bye-bye, miss american pie.”
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, “this’ll be the day that I die.”
128-
See its funny, because when I was little i listened to the wierd al version –
My my, this here aniken guy,
maybe vader someday later now he’s just a small fry,
he left his home, kissed his momma good by,
sayin soon i’m gonna be a jedi,
sayin soon i’m gonna be a jedi.
So I went to camp last summer and as a tradition they played american pie as the last song and everyone got i na giant circle and swyaed and I had no idea what was going on because I’d never heard the song before yet I knew the tune so that’s how I first heard American Pie.
Oh, the white folks hate the black folks
and the black folks hate the white folks
To hate all but the right folks
Is an old established rule
But during
NATIONAL BROTHERHOOD WEEK
NATIONAL BROTHERHOOD WEEK
Lena Horne and Sheriff Clarke are dancing cheek to cheek
It’s fun to eulogize
The people you despise
As long as you don’t let ’em in your school
Oh, the poor folks hate the rich folks
And the rich folks hate the poor folks
All of my folks hate all of your folks
It’s American as apple pie
But during
NATIONAL BROTHERHOOD WEEK
NATIONAL BROTHERHOOD WEEK
New Yorkers love the Puerto Ricans ‘cuz it’s very chic
Step up and shake the hand
Of someone you can’t stand
You can tolerate him if you try
Oh, the Protestants hate the Catholics
And the Catholics hate the Protestants
And the Hindus hate the Muslims
And everybody hates the Jews
But during
NATIONAL BROTHERHOOD WEEK
NATIONAL BROTHERHOOD WEEK
It’s na-tional ev’ryone smile at–
One a-nother hood week
Be kind to people who
Are infer-ior to you
It’s only for a week so have no fear…
Be grateful that it doesn’t last all year!
I’m walking out in the rain and I am listening to the low moan of the dialtone again/and I am getting nowhere with you/and I can’t let it go/and I can’t get through
The old woman behind the pink curtains and the closed door, on the first floor/she’s listening through the air shaft to see how long our swansong can last and both hands/now use both hands/oh no don’t close your eyes/I’m writing graffiti on your body I am drawing the story of how hard we tried
I am watching your chest rise and fall like the tides of my life and the rest of it all/and your bones have been my bedframe and your flesh has been my pillow/I have been waiting for sleep to offer the deep with both hands/oh-oh, with both hands
And in each other’s shadows we grew less and less tall and eventually our theories couldn’t explain it all/and I’m recording our history now on the bedroom wall/and when we leave the landlord will come and paint over it all
And I’m walking out in the rain and I am listening to the low moan of the dialtone again and I am getting nowhere with you/and I can’t let it go and I can’t get through
Both hands, please use both hands/oh no don’t close your eyes/I am writing graffiti on your body/I am drawing the story of how hard we tried
How hard we tried…
Glassbro – Since you seem to have a lifelong ambition to annoy Rebecca, and since Rebecca is NICE, and not a good person to annoy, AND since I am a member of the PoPoPo, even though that is not actually a PoPo, I’m going to fine you 1 piece of virtual choklit per word. Let’s see, how many words per song is that? *goes off to count* 195. So, if that’s 195 per song, that makes *Goes off to count again* *Does feverant sums* 975 pieces of virtual choklit. Will you stop annoying Rebecca now?
11- And you. If you post that song again, I will go through and count every word (and it took me ages for pinball wizard) and make you pay. Twice. You have been warned.
anywhere you go, from coast to coast…
people always say, “what do you like most?”
i don’t wanna brag, i don’t wanna boast,
but i always say, “i like toast.”
YEAH TOAST!!
YEAH TOAST!!!!
i wake up in the morning, ’bout six a.m.
have a little jelly, have a little jam.
take a piece of bread, put it in the slot,
push down the lever, and the wires get hot.
i get toast.
YEAH TOAST!!
YEAH TOAST!!!!
there’s no secret to toasting perfection,
there’s a dial on the side and you make your selection.
push it to the dark or the light, and then
when it pops up, push down again.
make toast.
YEAH TOAST!!
YEAH TOAST!!!!
When the first cave man drove in from the drags,
Didn’t know what would go with the bacon and eggs
Must had been a genus, got in his head
plug the toaster in the wall, buy a loaf of bread,
make toast.
YEAH TOAST!!
YEAH TOAST!!!!
a oui monsieur bonjour coquette
au croissant au va-et-vien
A maurice et violette eilfel tower
a oui marret bagguette bonsoir.*
FRENCH TOAST!!
FRENCH TOAST!!!!
*meaningless string of french words.
that’s weird al with his hit single, Yeah Toast.
most people think it’s Bob&Tom, but the original is by Weird Al.
131-w00t
umm
There’s antimony, arsenic, aluminum, selenium,
And hydrogen and oxygen and nitrogen and rhenium,
And nickel, neodymium, neptunium, germanium,
And iron, americium, ruthenium, uranium,
Europium, zirconium, lutetium, vanadium,
And lanthanum and osmium and astatine and radium,
And gold and protactinium and indium and gallium,
And iodine and thorium and thulium and thallium.
There’s yttrium, ytterbium, actinium, rubidium,
And boron, gadolinium, niobium, iridium,
And strontium and silicon and silver and samarium,
And bismuth, bromine, lithium, beryllium, and barium.
There’s holmium and helium and hafnium and erbium,
And phosphorus and francium and fluorine and terbium,
And manganese and mercury, molybdenum, magnesium,
Dysprosium and scandium and cerium and cesium.
And lead, praseodymium, and platinum, plutonium,
Palladium, promethium, potassium, polonium,
And tantalum, technetium, titanium, tellurium,
And cadmium and calcium and chromium and curium.
There’s sulfur, californium, and fermium, berkelium,
And also mendelevium, einsteinium, nobelium,
And argon, krypton, neon, radon, xenon, zinc, and rhodium,
And chlorine, carbon, cobalt, copper, tungsten, tin, and sodium.
These are the only ones of which the news has come to Ha’vard,
And there may be many others, but they haven’t been discavard.
had to do it.
Starry
starry night
paint your palette blue and grey
look out on a summer’s day
with eyes that know the
darkness in my soul.
Shadows on the hills
sketch the trees and the daffodils
catch the breeze and the winter chills
in colors on the snowy linen land.
And now I understand what you tried to say to me
how you suffered for your sanity
how you tried to set them free.
They would not listen
they did not know how
perhaps they’ll listen now.
Starry
starry night
flaming flo’rs that brightly blaze
swirling clouds in violet haze reflect in
Vincent’s eyes of China blue.
Colors changing hue
morning fields of amber grain
weathered faces lined in pain
are soothed beneath the artist’s
loving hand.
And now I understand what you tried to say to me
how you suffered for your sanity
how you tried to set them free.
perhaps they’ll listen now.
For they could not love you
but still your love was true
and when no hope was left in sight on that starry
starry night.
You took your life
as lovers often do;
But I could have told you
Vincent
this world was never
meant for one
as beautiful as you.
Starry
starry night
portraits hung in empty halls
frameless heads on nameless walls
with eyes
that watch the world and can’t forget.
Like the stranger that you’ve met
the ragged men in ragged clothes
the silver thorn of bloddy rose
lie crushed and broken
on the virgin snow.
And now I think I know what you tried to say to me
how you suffered for your sanity
how you tried to set them free.
They would not listen
they’re not
list’ning still
perhaps they never will.
Doctor Worm by They Might Be Giants
They call me Dr. Worm,
Good morning, how are you? I’m Dr. Worm.
I’m interested in things,
I’m not a real doctor but I am a real worm,
I am an actual worm,
I live like a worm.
I like to play the drums.
I think I’m getting good, but I can handle criticism.
I’ll show you what I know and you can
Tell me if you think I’m getting better on the drums
I’ll leave the front unlocked ’cause I can’t
Hear the doorbell…
When I get into it, I can’t tell if you are
Watching me twirling the stick.
When I give the signal, my friend
Rabbi Vole will play the solo…
Someday, somebody else besides me will
Call me by my stage name, they will
Call me Dr. Worm,
Good morning, how are you? I’m Dr. Worm.
I’m interested in things.
I’m not a real doctor but I am a real worm,
I am an actual worm,
I live like a worm.
And I like to play the drums,
I think I’m getting good, but I can handle criticism.
I’ll show you what I know and you can
Tell me if you think I’m getting better on the drums.
I’m not a real doctor, but they call me
Dr. Worm!
this is a lovley song from my lovley school musical called in our family!
Bed is the cosiest place!
*small group of girl soloists*
bed is the coziest place in the world at night when i snugle in
i pull all the covers up over my head and then i begin to sing
*everybody*
you who watched over me all through the day watch over me through the night
you who helped everyone all through the day, help everyone through the night!
*soloists*
dreams are like horses or fishes or birds, i fly anywhere in a wink
and if i get frightened by something i see i stop and here’s what i thinnk:
*everybody*
you who watched over me all through the day watch over me throught the night
you who helped everyone all through the day help every onr through the night.
help everyone through the night!
I’m going to post some lyrics I wrote later. They’re kind of depressing though. My life isn’t too great right now. It’s Ok, but a while ago it was almost perfect. I’m trying to sort it out though.
From our lives’ beginning on
We are pushed in little forms
No one asks us how we like to be
In school they teach us what to think
But everyone says different things
But they’re all convinced that
They’re the ones to see
So they keep talking and they never stop
And at a certain point you give it up
So the only thing that’s left to think is this:
I want out! (out, out)
to live my life alone
I want out (out, out)
leave me be!
I want out (out, out)
to do things on my own
I want out
to live my life and to be free
People tell me A and B
They tell me how I have to see
Things that I have seen already clear
So they push me then from side to side
They’re pushing me from black to white
They’re pushing ’til there’s nothing more to hear
But don’t push me to the maximum
Shut your mouth and take it home
‘Cause I decide the way things gonna be
I want out (out, out)
to live my life alone
I want out (out, out)
leave me be!
I want out (out, out)
to do things on my own!
I want out (out, out)
to live my life, and to be free
There’s a million ways to see the things in life
A million ways to be the fool
In the end of it, none of us is right
Sometimes we need to be aloooooooooooone
No (no) no (no) no (no) no! leave me aloooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooone
I want out (out, out)
to live my life alone
I want out (out, out)
leave me be!
I want out (out, out)
to do things on my own
I want out (out, out)
to live my life and to be freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!
149- OMG!!!!!!! *is ecstatic*. someone actually posted helloween lyrics other than me or FS. w00t w00t. *posts more helloween*
Once they killed his monster when it went into a trap
Now he’s making better ones on a higher step
On a warm summer day the doctor went away
To a place where he could make it real
His assistant’s hips were nice
So he cloned her once or twice
Now his hips are aching what a deal
Dr. Stein grows funny creatures
Lets them run into the night
They become great
Rock musicians
And their time is right
Sometimes when he’s feeling bored
He’s calling it a day
He’s got his computer and they do in their own way
They mix some DNA, some skin and a certain spray
You can watch it on a laser screen
And the fellow’s blue and gray
Or sometimes pink and green
Just check it out on Halloween
Dr. Stein grows funny creatures
Lets them run into the night
They become great politicians
And their time is right
One night he cloned himself
Put his brother on a shelf
But when he fell asleep that night
It crept up from behind and thought “Well, never mind ”
Took a syringe and blew out his life
Dr. Stein grows funny creatures
Lets them run into the night
They become a great possession
And their time is right
Dr. Stein grows funny creatures
Let’s them run into the night
They become a great oppression
And their time is right
wow *realizes what they were saying* lol.
I have a new favorite song. “This one’s for the girls” by Martina McBride
“This One’s For The Girls”
This one’s for all you girls about thirteen
High school canbe so rough, can be so mean
Hold onto, on to your innocence
Stand your ground when everyone’s giving in
This one’s for the girls
This is for all you girls about twenty-five
In a little apartment, just trying to get by
Living on, on dreams and spaghetti-o’s
Wondering where you life is gonna go
This one’s for the girls
Who’ve ever had a broken heart
Who’ve wished upon a shooting star
You’re beautiful the way you are
This one’s for the girls
Who love without holding back
Who dream with everything they have
All around the world
This one’s for the girls
This is for all you girls about forty-two
Tossing pennies into the Fountain of Youth
Every laugh, laugh line on your face
Made you who you are today
This one’s for the girls
Who’ve ever had a broken heart
Who’ve wished upon a shooting star
You’re beautiful the way you are
This one’s for the girls
Who love without holding back
Who dream with everything they have
All around the world
This one’s for the girls
Yeah, we’re all the same inside (same inside)
From 1 to 99
This one’s for the girls
Who’ve ever had a broken heart
Who’ve wished upon a shooting star
You’re beautiful the way you are
This one’s for the girls
Who love without holding back
Who dream with everything they have
All around the world
This one’s for the girls
Yeah, this one’s for the girls
Manche Menschen sind so schön
da bleibt einem das Herz fast stehen
man staunt und denkt verdamnt noch mal
so was von schön ist nicht normal
Die meisten Menschen sind nicht schön
sie haben eine scheiss Figur
sie haben keinen BMW
und auch keine Abitur
Chorus:
Schön sein, un ein bisschen obszön sein,
sagt die Frau zu dem Mann, hey, Schatzi was wollen wir mehr?
Nur reich sein, denkt der Mann denn weil er
is Prospekteverteiler
und wär gern Millionär
Verse:
Wer arbeiten will, findet Arbeit
was heisst heir denn Niveau
Die Männer brüllen Scheisse
und die Frauen putzen das Klo
Doch was heisst hier faule Säcke
da weiss doch jedes Kind
das bei Männern nur die Säcke
amd Produktivsten sind
Chorus repeat
150- eh, yeah. I accedentally bought a cd of theirs off iTuenes, but I ended up likeing it so it’s all good. Tricksey little buttons, I only meant to look… but ah well.
A slight call afar is tempting me
Like a whisper sweet or an awful scream
I cannot ignore what I’ve always been
I am leaving again – one last time?
Laid on the pale scythe of the Moon
I play with stars around me
The elvendom is now calling out… my name
My fairy and I, are wandering through times
And stories forgotten, some old fairytales
Of wizards of Oz, of lost keys and gardens
Hiding secret doors… that lead to a dream
For those who believe, there’s always a door to get in
A slight call afar is tempting me
Like a whisper sweet or an awful scream
I cannot ignore what I’ve always been
I am leaving again – one last time?
In my little kingdom I can be what I really
Wanted to be – The wanderer
I’m hearing scratches at my door
Somebody wants me again
Some little creatures will be fellows
My demon and I are playing
Some wicked games I should not play, not fair to be played
Don’t tell anyone, the place where I’m going
’cause they won’t believe – This time I don’t know
If I’ll ever return, say goodbye for me to my home
A slight call afar is tempting me
Like a whisper sweet or an awful scream
I cannot ignore what I’ve always been
I am leaving again – one last time?
In my little kingdom I can be what I really
Wanted to be – The wanderer
Like a whisper sweet or an awful scream
I cannot ignore what I’ve alway- – –
-Then there’s some music and the cd cuts off, cause the quality isn’t that good. I don’t think theres any more words, though, besides that last repitition of chorous. I hope.
Has anybody ever heard of the song Crooked teeth by Death Cab for Cutie??? I no it’s an emo group but gawd who calls music by types of people??? especially those who cut themselves!!!!!
Anyway the lyrics of my favorite part are:
You’re so cute when you’re slurring your speech
But they’re closing the bar and they want us to leave
(Chorus)
And you can’t find nothing at all if there was nothing there all along
No, you can’t find nothing at all if there was nothing there all along.
If u want to look it up on internet go to http://www.aol.com, click music, type in Death CAb for Cutie for artists, and listen to Crooked teeth
Monday-Hot dogs!
Tuesday-Tacos!
Wednesday: Hamburgers and chocolate milk!
Thursday-Sloppy joes, and burritos in a bag!
Friday was Pizza Day-The best day of the week! It always came with salad and a side of pork and beans. HOORAY FOR PIZZA DAY! HOORAY FOR PIZZA DAY! I miss Pizza Day: The best day of the week!
157: Why in all that is blashpeming would someone call their band Death Cab For Cutie? That’s the ultimate turnoff. It insures I will never listen to it. Oh, and btw, there IS a musical style called emo rock, emocore if it’s heavier and claims to be metal. Gah.
The heart is a bloom
Shoots up through the stony ground
There’s no room
No space to rent in this town
You’re out of luck
And the reason that you had to care
The traffic is stuck
And you’re not moving anywhere
You thought you’d found a friend
To take you out of this place
Someone you could lend a hand
In return for grace
It’s a beautiful day
Sky falls, you feel like
It’s a beautiful day
Don’t let it get away
You’re on the road
But you’ve got no destination
You’re in the mud
In the maze of her imagination
You love this town
Even if that doesn’t ring true
You’ve been all over
And it’s been all over you
It’s a beautiful day
Don’t let it get away
It’s a beautiful day
Touch me
Take me to that other place
Teach me
I know I’m not a hopeless case
See the world in green and blue
See China right in front of you
See the canyons broken by cloud
See the tuna fleets clearing the sea out
See the Bedouin fires at night
See the oil fields at first light
And see the bird with a leaf in her mouth
After the flood all the colors came out
It was a beautiful day
Don’t let it get away
Beautiful day
Touch me
Take me to that other place
Reach me
I know I’m not a hopeless case
What you don’t have you don’t need it now
What you don’t know you can feel it somehow
What you don’t have you don’t need it now
Don’t need it now
Was a beautiful day
Have you ever seen such a beautiful night?
I could almost kiss the stars, for shining so bright
When I see you smiling, I go-oh oh ohh
I would never want to miss this
Cause in my heart, I know what this is
Hey now, hey now
This is what dreams are made of
Hey now, hey now
This is what dreams are made of
Ive got somewhere I belong
Ive got somebody to love
This is what dreams…
Are made of
Have you ever wondered what life is about?
You could search the world and never figure it out
You wont have to sail the oceans no no no
Happiness is no mystery
Its here and now, its you and me
Hey now, hey now
This is what dreams are made of
Hey now, hey now
This is what dreams are made of
Ive got somewhere I belong
Ive got somebody to love
This is what dreams…
Are made of
Open your eyes
(this is what dreams are made of)
Shout to the skies
(this is what dreams are made of)
When I see your smiles, I go-oh oh ohh
Yesterday my life was duller
Now everythings technicolor
Hey now, hey now
This is what dreams are made of
Hey now, hey now
This is what dreams are made of
Ive got somewhere I belong
Ive got somebody to love
This is what dreams… (dreams)
This is what dreams…
Are made of
Hey now, hey now (hey now)
This is what dreams…
Hey now, hey now
This is what dreams are made of
I’m going to take a crack at writing my own song. Just to warn you it will probably suck.
I’ve been waiting here for a long time
Waitin’ for you to come aro-ound
I’ve been trying to help myself, to
Lift my self up off of the ground
Ooh, Oh Oh, Why am I so alone here?
Ooh, Oh Oh, I think I should go another wa-aaay…
(Refrain)
Hey Hey Hey, Hey Heeeeeeeeeeey
I’ve ben waitin for a sign all day
Oh Oh Ooooh
Why am I so alone,
So alone and Afraid
What do I have to fear?
What do I have In store for me here?
Waitin here in my bedroom
Watch the rain fall down (down, down)
Been sitting by myself all day(da-ay, da-ay)
Waitin for a sign
From the heavens to come to mee
For someone to take me awaaaaaay…
For you to lift me
Fopr you to lift me up and say
I’m here girl, I’ve been here all along
And I’d saaaay…(refrain)
(Bridge)
Hope and faith
That there would be
Some one here
Beside me, me , meeeeeee…(refrain twice)
We’re studying Vietnam in history. I think this song was written about the Kent state shootings, and It’s been in my head all day. It’s a good song, if sad.
For What It’s Worth
by Buffalo Springfield
There’s something happening here
What it is ain’t exactly clear
There’s a man with a gun over there
Telling me I got to beware
I think it’s time we stop, children, what’s that sound
Everybody look what’s going down
There’s battle lines being drawn
Nobody’s right if everybody’s wrong
Young people speaking their minds
Getting so much resistance from behind
I think it’s time we stop, hey, what’s that sound
Everybody look what’s going down
What a field-day for the heat
A thousand people in the street
Singing songs and carrying signs
Mostly say, hooray for our side
It’s time we stop, hey, what’s that sound
Everybody look what’s going down
Paranoia strikes deep
Into your life it will creep
It starts when you’re always afraid
You step out of line, the man come and take you away
We better stop, hey, what’s that sound
Everybody look what’s going down
Stop, hey, what’s that sound
Everybody look what’s going down
Stop, now, what’s that sound
Everybody look what’s going down
Stop, children, what’s that sound
Everybody look what’s going down
Have I been sleeping?
I’ve been so still
Afraid of crumbling
Have I been careless?
Dismissing all the distant rumblings
Take me where I am supposed to be
To comprehend the things that I can’t see
Cause I need to move
I need to wake up
I need to change
I need to shake up
I need to speak out
Somethings got to break up
I’ve been asleep
And I need to wake up
Now
And as a child
I danced like it was 1999
My dreams were wild
The promise of this new world
Would be mine
Now I am throwing off the carelessness of youth
To listen to an inconvenient truth
That I need to move
I need to wake up
I need to change
I need to shake up
I need to speak out
Somethings got to break up
I’ve been asleep
And I need to wake up
Now
I am not an island
I am not alone
I am my intentions
Trapped here in this flesh and bone
And I need to move
I need to wake up
I need to change
I need to shake up
I need to speak out
Somethings got to break up
I’ve been asleep
And I need to wake up
Now
I want to change
I need to shake up
I need to speak out
Oh, Somethings got to break up
I’ve been asleep
And I need to wake up
Now
168-Thank you! I’ve been thinking about writing a song for ages.
Say, hey!
Hear the sound of the falling rain
Coming down like an Armageddon flame (Hey!)
The shame
The ones who died without a name
Hear the dogs howling out of key
To a hymn called “Faith and Misery” (Hey!)
And bleed, the company lost the war today
I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives
On holiday
Hear the drum pounding out of time
Another protester has crossed the line (Hey!)
To find, the money’s on the other side
Can I get another Amen? (Amen!)
There’s a flag wrapped around a score of men (Hey!)
A gag, a plastic bag on a monument
I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives
On holiday
(Hey!)
(Say, hey!)
(3,4)
“The representative from California has the floor”
Sieg Heil to the president Gasman
Bombs away is your punishment
Pulverize the Eiffel towers
Who criticize your government
Bang bang goes the broken glass and
Kill all the fags that don’t agree
Trials by fire, setting fire
Is not a way that’s meant for me
Just cause, just cause, because we’re outlaws yeah!
I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives
I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives
Raise your swords up high
See the black birds fly
Let them hear your rage
Show no fear
Attack!
Charge your horses across the fields
Together we ride into destiny
Have no fear of death, when it’s your time
Oden will bring us home, when we die
The ground trembles under us
As we make our thunder charge
The pounding hooves strikes blinding fear
Into their hearts
Our helmets shine in the sun
As we near their wall of shields
Some of them turn and run
When they hear our frenzied screams
Draw your swords to strike
Hear the black birds cry
Let them feel your hate
Show no fear
(Attaack, attaack, attaack, attaack)
Charge your horses across the fields
Together we ride into destiny
Have no fear of death, when it’s your time
Oden will bring us home, when we die
The enemies are in disarray
Ride them down as they run…
Send them to their violent graves,
Dead and wounded lie all around,
See the pain in their eyes…
Over the field an eerie sound,
As we hear the ravens’ cry
Sadie Hawkins by Relient K
Sadie Hawkins Dance!
In my khaki pants!
There’s nothing better!
OH OH OH!
Girls ask the guys!
Always a surprise!
There’s nothing better, baby, do you like my sweater?
178: The entire AA catalog is brilliant, but for individual songs… My favourites are “Runes To My Memory”, “Valhall Awaits” and “Death In Fire”.
179: Ozzy’s last album, “Under Cover”, was entirely cover songs. He did In My Life, Sympathy For The Devil, Woman, Working Class Hero, and a bunch of other stuff I can’t remember now…
well I took a walk around the world
to ease my troubled mind
I left my body layin’ somewhere
in the sands of time
but I watched the world float
to the dark side of the moon
I feel there is nothing I can do… yeah
I watched the world float
to the dark side of the mooon…
after all I knew it had to be
somethin’ to do with you
I really don’t mind, what happens now and then
as long as you’ll be my friend at the end
if I go crazy then will you still
call me Superman?
if I’m alive and well, will you be
there holdin’ my hand?
I’ll keep you by my side
with my superhuman might
Kryptonite…
you called me strong, you called me weak,
but still your secrets I will keep
you took for granted all the times
I never let you down…
you stumbled in and bumped your head
if not for me, then you’d be dead
I picked you up and put you back
on solid ground
if I go crazy then will you still
call me Superman?
if I’m alive and well, will you be
there holdin’ my hand?
I’ll keep you by my side
with my superhuman might
Kryptonite…
Oooh…
if I go crazy then will you still
call me Superman?
if I’m alive and well, will you be
there holdin’ my hand?
I’ll keep you by my side
with my superhuman might
Kryptoniiiiite…
(yeeeaaaah!!)
if I go crazy then will you still
call me Superman?
if I’m alive and well, will you be
there holdin’ my hand?
I’ll keep you by my side
with my superhuman might
Kryptonite
182- *does not recognize*
180-wow!! working class hero?!?!?!?!? double must hear!! loll.
*contributes*
Oh if only Brazil was not so far
far away I Would swim or walk or ride
But never ever fly
But all the noise of the maniacs there
The sweat on my face it’s worth to bear
But I don’t wanna bounce and die
But then I see a lady in a tight blue dress
I close my eyes, I know what I would go for
Stewardess before the crash
Lavatory Love Machine
No fear can quell my steam
Lavatory Love Machine
No cabin fire burn my dream
I am at your disposal
I gotta get up to see what you ain’t gotta hide
Wheeling junk along the aisle
Keep your seat belf fastened
You’re whipping with an iron voice
You command
Uh mistress I am in your hands
And when she asks me what I’d like to eat
I realise the domina feels the same
And I reply: What about your pie?
Lavatory Love Machine…
Lavatory Love Machine
No broken wings to stop me stream
Lavatory Love Machine
Honey dou you like the way I CRY?
Now if I gotta die
I’ll have been stiff and smiling till the crash
Let them know I’ve been alive
Till I made my final splash
Lavatory Love Machine…
Don’t hear the scary noises
From the turbine when you scream
\,,/
183- post 182 was called kryptonte by 3 Doors Down. It’s the first song in our itunes library alphabetically (by artist) but I only really listened to it a few days ago. The song in 184 was also by 3 Doors Down.
met him in a swamp down in Dagobah
Where it bubbles all the time like a giant carbonated soda
S-O-D-A, soda
I saw the little runt sitting there on a log
I asked him his name and in a raspy voice he said “Yoda”
Y-O-D-A, Yoda
Yo-yo-yo-yo Yoda
Well, I’ve been around, but I ain’t never seen
A guy who looks like a muppet, but he’s wrinkled and green
Oh, my Yoda
Yo-yo-yo-yo Yoda
Well, I’m not dumb, but I can’t understand
How he can lift me in the air just by raising his hand
Oh, my Yoda
Yo-yo-yo-yo Yoda
Yo-yo-yo-yo Yoda
Well, I left home just a week before
And I’ve never ever been a Jedi before
But Obi Wan, he set me straight, of course
He said, “Go to Yoda and he’ll show you the Force”
Well I’m not the kind that would argue with Ben
So it looks like I’m gonna start all over again
With my Yoda
Yo-yo-yo-yo Yoda
Yo-yo-yo-yo Yoda
Yoda
Yo-yo-yo-yo Yoda
Yo-yo-yo-yo Yoda
So I used the Force
I picked up a box
I lifted some rocks
While I stood on my head
but, I won’t forget what Yoda said
He said, “Luke, stay away from the darker side
And if you start to go astray, let the Force be your guide”
Oh, my Yoda
Yo-yo-yo-yo Yoda
“I know Darth Vader’s really got you annoyed
But remember, if you kill him, then you’ll be unemployed”
Oh, my Yoda
Yo-yo-yo-yo Yoda
Well, I heard my friends really got in a mess
So I’m gonna have to leave Yoda I guess
But I know that I’ll be coming back some day
I’ll be playing this part ’till I’m old and gray
The long-term contract I had to sign
Says I’ll be making these movies till the end of time
Oh with my Yoda
Yo-yo-yo-yo Yoda Yo-yo-yo-yo Yoda
now that shes back in the atmosphere
with drops of jupiter in her ha-air, hey, hey
she acts like summer and walks like rain
reminds me that theres time to change, hey, hey
since the return from her stay on the moon
she listens like spring and she talks like june, hey, hey
hey, hey he-ey
tell me.. did you sail across the sun?
did you make it to the milky way, to see the lights all faded
and that heaven is overrated
tell me, did you fall for a shooting star
one without a permanent scar,
and did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there…
now that shes back from that soul vacation
tracing her way through the constellation, hey, hey
she checks out mozart while she does tae-bo
reminds me that theres room to grow, hey, hey
now that shes back in the atmosphere
I’m afraid that she might think of me as plain ol’ jane
told a story about a man who is too afraid to fly so he never did land
tell me did the wind sweep you off your feet
did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day
and head back to the milky way
and tell me, did venus blow your mind
was it everything you wanted to find
and did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there
can you imagine no love, pride, deep-fried chicken
your best friend alwaaays sticking up for you…
even when I know youre wrong
can you imagine no first dance, freeze-dried romance
five-hour phone conversation
the best soy latte that you ever had… and me
tell me, did the wind sweep you off your feeet
did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day
and head back toward the milky way
tell me… did you sail across the sun?
did you make it to the milky way, to see the lights all faded
and that heaven is overrated…
tell me, did you fall for a shooting staar
one without a permanent scaar,
and did you miss me while you were looking for yourself
(na, na na na na-na, na, na na-na na na nananana)
and did you finally get the chance to daance along the light of daaa-ay
(na, na na na na-na, na, na na-na na na nananana)
an’ did you fall for a shooting sta-ar, fall for a shooting staa-ar
(na, na na na na-na, na, na na-na na na nananana)
An’ are you lonely lookin’ for yourself out there…
Qui tollis peccata mundi
Agnus Dei, Son of man
See me not for your eyes are pain
Do not force me to stab you again
For I envy every wound on your corpse
Verily, verily I say unto thee
A million images won’t be enough
For I know where you hide your soul
Agnus Dei
Crucifixus etiam pro nobis, sub Pontio Pilato, passus et sepultus est
Qui carni quondam contegi dignatus es pro perditis,
Cujus latus perforatum unda fluxit sanguine
Agnus Dei, Prince of peace
Yet shall war be the echo of your love
Just like war shall be the echo of mine
And together shall we make the utmost balance
Verily, verily I say unto thee
In those day shall men seek death, and shall not find it;
And shall desire to die, and death shall flee from them
Agnus Dei
woke up this morning and it seemed to me,
that every night turns out to be
a little more like Bukowski.
and yeah, I know he’s a pretty good read
but God who’d wanna be?
God who’d wanna be such an *******?
God who’d wanna be?
God who’d wanna be such an *******?
well we sat on the edge of the river,
the crowd screamed, “Sacrifice the liver!”
if God takes life, he’s an Indian giver
so tell me now why, you’ll tell me never
who would wanna be?
who would wanna be
such a control freak?
well who would wanna be?
who would wanna be
such a control freak?
well see what you wanna see… you should see it all
well take what you want from me… you deserve it all
nine times out of ten… our hearts just get dissolved
well I want a better place, or just a better way to fall
but one time out of ten, everything goes perfect for us all
well I want a better place, or just a better way to fall
here we go…
if God controls the land and disease,
keeps a watchful eye on me,
if he’s really so damn mighty,
my problem is I can’t see,
well who would wanna be?
who would wanna be
such a control freak?
well who would wanna be?
who would wanna be
such a control… freak?
…
ee-vil home stereo, what goood songs do ya’ know?
ee-vil me, oh yeah I know… what good curves can ya’ throw?
well all that icing and all that cake,
I can’t make it to your wedding, but I’m sure I’ll be at your wake.
you were talk, talk, talk, talkin’ in circles that day,
when you get to the point make sure that I’m still awake, OK?
went to bed and didn’t see
why every day turns out to be
a little bit more like Bukowski.
and yeah, I know he’s a pretty good read
but God who’d wanna be?
God who’d wanna be such an *******?
.
Hmm, I should probably censor it a bit. No one really comes here and there’s not really anything too bad, but the GAPAs might on their own so why not.
I’ve had this song stuck in my head for three days now. It’s starting to depress me. My friends beg me not to sing. Maybe if I post it it will go away.
(Chorus)
I would swallow my pride,
I would choke on the rinds,
but the lack thereof
would leave me empty inside.
I would swallow my doubt,
turn it inside out,
find nothing but faith in nothing.
I want to put my tender
heart in a blender,
watch it spin around
to a beautiful oblivion.
Rendezvous then I’m through with you.
I burn burn
like a wicker cabinet,
chalk white
and oh so frail.
I see our time
has gotten stale.
The tick tock
of the clock is painful,
so sane and logical.
I want to tear it off the wall.
I hear words
in clips and phrases.
I think sick
like ginger ale.
My stomach turns
and I exhale.
[Chorus]
So Cal is where
my mind states,
but it’s not my
state of mind.
I’m not as
ugly sad as you.
Or am I origami?
Folded up and
just pretend.
Demented as
the motives in your head.
[Chorus]
I alone
am the one you don’t
know you need.
Take heed.
Feed your ego.
Make me blind
when your eyes close sink.
When you get close,
tie me to the bedpost.
I alone
am the one you don’t
know you need.
You don’t know
you need me.
Make me blind
when your eyes close.
Tie me to the bedpost!
[Chorus]
Now I’m through,
with you.
Through with you!
Rendezvous,
then I’m through with you.
I have a feeling the lyricist went through a really bad breakup or something. Tune is good though.
sometimes my visions
are distant and vague
down at the base
of the mountain
once in a while I am
weak and afraid
tired and sick of it all…
I don’t believe
that my story is set
nothing is destined
or blatant
bound to this body
a world full of hate
no one will heed if I fall…
no one can see it
but you know that it’s there
guiding the steps of your soouul
holding the truth
in the cross that you bear
die with a heart that is bold
fly on the wings of despair
no one is holding you back
the call of the wild is internal
conquer the silence you fear
tomorrow will not fade to black
a new day is dawning
remember
no one can save you today
the questions are more
than the answers I know
that doesn’t mean you are lonely
searching for more
consecutive goal’s
making it worth to go on
no one can see it
but you know that it’s there
guiding the steps of your soul
holding the truth
in the cross that you bear
die with a heart that is bold
fly on the wings of despair
no one is holding you back
the call of the wild is internal
conquer the silence you fear
tomorrow will not fade to black
a new day is dawning
remember
no one can save you today
you, and you alone
is forging the path
leave your sorrows with the past
never believe
that the story is set
nothing is destined
or blatant
bound to this body
a world full of hate
no one will heed if you fall
your body may be gone, I’m gonna carry you in
in my head, in my heart, in my soul
and maybe we’ll get lucky and we’ll both live again
well I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know, don’t think so
well that is that, and this is this
you tell me what-you-want and I’ll tell you what-you-get
you get away from me… you get away from me
collected my belong’s and I left the jail
well thanks for the time, I needed to think a spell
I had to think awhile. I had to think awhile…
the ocean breathes salty, won’t you carry it in?
in your head, in your mouth, in your soul
and maybe we’ll get lucky and we’ll both grow old
well I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know, I hope so!
well that is that, and this is this
you tell me what-you-want and I’ll tell you what-you-get
you get away from me… you get away from me
collected my belong’s and I left the jail
well thanks for the time, I needed to think a spell
I had to think awhile… I had to think awhile
well that-is-that, and this-is-this
will you tell me what you saw and I’ll tell you what you missed,
when the ocean met the sky (you missed, you missed-)
you missed when time and life shook hands and said goodbye (you missed-)
when the earth folded on itself (you missed, you missed-)
and said “Good luck, for your sake I hope heaven and hell (you missed-)
are really there, but I wouldn’t hold my breath.” (you missed, you missed-)
you wasted life, why wouldn’t you waste death? (you missed, you missed-)
you wasted life, why wouldn’t you waste death?
the ocean breathes salty, won’t you carry it in?
in your head, in your mouth, in your soul…
the more we move ahead the more we’re stuck in rewind
well I don’t mind, I don’t mind, how the hell could I mind?
well that is that and this is this
you tell me what-you-want and I’ll tell you what-you-get
you get away from me… you get away from me
well that is that and this is this.
will you tell me what you saw, and I’ll tell you what you missed,
when the o-cean, met, the sky… you wasted life, why wouldn’t you waste the afterlife?
i have another version of Jingle Bells one of my friends made up:
Dashing through the snow
With a pair of broken skis.
O’er the fields we go
Crashing into trees.
Now i think i’m dead.
The snow is turning red.
Now i’m in the hospital
With stitches in my head!!
911, 911, 911 today!!
Oh, what fun it is to ride
in an ambulance all day!!
or even…….
now i think i’m dead
i’m lying in a rut
now i’m in the hospital
with stitches in my butt
196- It’s a song by The Who that gets stuck in your head really easily. It’s already stuck in mine from just thinking about it. I’m posting it now, after doing the same as JS. *does the same as JS* All right, I’m back, and posting Squeezebox.
Mama’s got a squeeze box
She wears on her chest
And when Daddy comes home
He never gets no rest
‘Cause she’s playing all night
And the music’s all right
Mama’s got a squeeze box
Daddy never sleeps at night
Well the kids don’t eat
And the dog can’t sleep
There’s no escape from the music
In the whole damn street
‘Cause she’s playing all night
And the music’s all right
Mama’s got a squeeze box
Daddy never sleeps at night
She goes in and out and in and out and in and out and in and out
She’s playing all night
And the music’s all tight
Mama’s got a squeeze box
Daddy never sleeps at night
She goes, squeeze me, come on and squeeze me
Come on and tease me like you do
I’m so in love with you
Mama’s got a squeeze box
Daddy never sleeps at night
She goes in and out and in and out and in and out and in and out
‘Cause she’s playing all night
And the music’s all right
Mama’s got a squeeze box
Daddy never sleeps at night
BENNY
You make fun – yet I’m the one
Attempting to do some good
Or do you really want a neighborhood
Where people piss on your
Stoop every night?
Bohemia, Bohemia’s
A fallacy in your head
This is Calcutta,
Bohemia is dead
MARK
Dearly beloved we gather here to say our goodbyes
COLLINS & ROGER
Dies irae – dies illa, Kyrie eleison
Yitgadal v’yitkadash
MARK
Here she lies, no one knew her worth
The late great daughter of Mother Earth
On these nights when we
Celebrate the birth
In that little town of Bethlehem
We raise our glass – you bet your ass to –
La vie Boheme
ALL
La vie Boheme
La vie Boheme
La vie Boheme
La vie Boheme
MARK
To days of inspiration
Playing hookey, making
Something out of nothing
The need to express-
To communicate,
To going against the grain,
Going insane, going mad
To loving tension, no pension
To more than one dimension,
To starving for attention,
Hating convention, hating pretension
Not to mention of course,
Hatind dear old Mom and Dad
To riding your bike,
Midday past the three-piece suits
To fruits – to no absolutes-
To Absolut – to choice-
To the Village Voice-
To any passing fad
To being an us for once … instead of a them!!
ALL
La vie Boheme, La vie Boheme
MR. GREY
Ahhemm
MAUREEN
Hey Mister – she’s my sister
WAITER
So that’s five miso soup, four seaweed salad
Three soy burger dinner, two tofu dog platter
And one pasta with meatless balls
ROGER
Eww
COLLINS
It tastes the same
MIMI
If you close your eyes
WAITER
And thirteen orders of fries
Is that it here?
ALL
Wine and beer!
MIMI & ANGEL
To hand-crafted beers
Made in local breweries
To yoga, to yogurt, to rice and beans and cheese
To leather, to dildoes, to curry vindaloo
To huevos rancheros and Maya Angelou
MAUREEN & COLLINS
Emotion, devotion, to causing a commotion
Creation, vacation
MARK
Mucho masturbation
MAUREEN & COLLINS
Compassion, to fashion, to passion when it’s new
COLLINS
To Sontag
ANGEL
To Sondheim
FOUR GIRLS
To anything taboo
COLLINS & ROGER
Ginsberg, Dylan Cunnigham and Cage,
COLLINS
Lenny Bruse
ROGER
Langston Hughes
MAUREEN
To the stage
BOHEMIANS
To Uta. To Buddha. Pablo Neruda, too.
MARK & MIMI
Why Dorothy and Toto went over the rainbow
To blow off Auntie Em
ALL
La vie Boheme
MR. GREY
Sisters?
MAUREEN & JOANNE
We’re close
ANGELS & COLLINS
Brothers!
MARK, ANGEL & MIMI
Bisexuals, trisexuals, homo sapiens,
Carcinogens, hallucinogens, men,
Pee Wee Herman
German wine, turpetine, Gertrude Stein
Antoniotti, Bertolucci, Kurosawa
Carmina Burana
ALL
To apathy, to entropy, to empathy, ecstacy
Vaclav Havel – The Sex Pistols, 8BC
To no shame – never playing the Fame Game
COLLINS
To marijuana
ALL
To sodomy, it’s between God and me
To S & M
BENNY
Waiter … Waiter … Waiter ……. Waiter!
ALL
La vie Boheme
COLLINS
In honor of the death of Bohemia an impromptu salon
will commence immediately following dinner …
Maureen Johnson, just
back from her spectacular one-night engagement at the eleventh street lot,
will perform Native American tribal chants
backwards through her vocoder, while accompanying herself on the electric cello –
which she ain’t never studied.
ROGER
And Mark Cohen will preview his new documentary about his inability
to hold an erection on the high holy days.
MARK
And Mimi Marquez, clad only in bubble wrap,
will perform her famous lawn chair-handcuff dance to the sounds of iced tea
being stirred.
And Roger will attempt to write a bittersweet, evocative song.
That doesn’t remind us of “Musetta’s Waltz!”
COLLINS
Angel Dumott Schunard will model the latest fall fashions
from Paris while accompanying herself on the 10 gallon plastic pickle tub.
ANGEL
And Collins will recount his exploits as anarchist –
including the tale of the successful reprogramming of the M.I.T.
virtual reality equipment to self-destruct, as it broadcasts the words
ALL
“Actual reality – Act Up – Fight AIDS”
MIMI
Excuse me – did I do something wrong?
I get invited – then ignored all night long
ROGER
I’ve been trying – I’m not lying
No one’s perfect. I’ve got baggage
MIMI
Life’s too short, babe, time is flying
I’m looking for baggage that goes with mine
It’s simply too hard
To blow out all these fragments of star
The dawn never shines
I’m condemned to this eternal night
Fly away, far away
Oh, whence I could feel you whole
There’s a light in your eyes I’ll follow
A spark of endless dreams
There’s a light in your eyes while you’re
holding me tight, it enriches my life, it
holds me spellbound
It crawls all inside
It’s the wish to back down and hide…
Like the calm sea
It’s the haven of forces within…
Fly away, far away
Oh, up this path I rode
I was searching for a reason
I lost the thread of tale
Fly away, far away
Oh, whence I could feel you whole…
There’s a light in your eyes I’ll follow
A spark of endless dreams
There’s a light in your eyes while you’re
holding me tight,
It enriches my life, holds me spellbound
On the scars of old runes, thousands of
forgotten memories and hopes
Are carved in stone, symbols of my childhood
gone! on the wind floats a dream
and hundreds of my broken promises
and oaths
Taken by the stream, artefacts of what I
waaas…
Read the signs on the trees,
written by golden leaves
Winds are howling their serenades, (serenades, serenades)
Ancient chants singing all the good aims
I betrayed
Another night has passed, and with it all
the fears and dreads are gone,
And the shadows have faded
Clouds are leaving the sky, the horizon
point out new ways to be found,
There is always a trail to follow, and it will
take you home
Follow all the scents
before light passes away
Long before the shadows fall
As covering miles in the distance
you will see
What you searched,
you will catch sight of your dreams
Dwelling forevermore,
(It’s the fatal falling,)
wander aimlessly
(on the path we
choose)
We’re searching for answers
that never appear
We’re searching for lands beyond
all limits, we’re faalliing…
Millions of emotions passed
through my heart since I’m on this Earth
But the ones that remain are the ones
we’re living for
Follow all the scents
before light passes away
Long before the shadows fall
As covering miles in the distance
you will see
What you searched,
you will catch sight of your dreams
Dwelling forevermore,
(It’s the fatal falling,)
wander aimlessly
(on the path we
choose)
We’re searching for answers
that never appear
We’re searching for lands beyond
all limits, we’re faalliing…
Oh we’re falling…
…It’s the sweetest Night of all
It’s a moment that lengthens
to eternity and more…
While the flakes soundless will fall
I hear the sound of laughter,
coming from so high above
And the promise once made
now it’s broken
The curtain slowly falls
On the angel that kissed me
It’s the Night of cruel remorse
It remains only a distant memory
of things undone…
A return to innocence
A travel back in time when everything
seems clear and pure
And the promise once made.
now it’s broken
The curtain slowly falls
On the angel that kissed me…
Cursed, cursed
That lone and threadlike figure
So shapelessly unbounded
Will haunt that empty jar
That is mee
Cursed, cursed
I’m deep into transparency
A dreamy spiral staircase
A voice, a whisper echo in the gloom
Cursed (cursed), cursed (cursed)
I sharpen all my sleeping senses
Encircle my own wish
I’ll never die!
Cursed, cursed!
A gloomy sense of sadness
Impaled my arid heart
To the sceptre of melancholy
Cursed (cursed!), cursed (cursed!)
On the stroke of my halfhour
The token has been shown
Eternal wearing the Red Death masque!
Thousand ways of living
In the end got my reward
I don’t feel alone no more
Fly away, far away
Oh, up this path I rode…
I was searching for a reason,
I lost the thread of tale
Fly away, far away
Oh… whence I could feel you whole
There’s a light in your eyes I’ll follow
A spark of endless dreams
There’s a light in your eyes
while you’re holding me tight
It enriches my life, holds me spellbound
On the scars of old runes, thousands of
forgotten memories and hopes
Are carved in stone,
symbols of my childhood gone,
on the wind floats a dream and hundreds
of my broken promises and oaths
Taken by the stream,
artefacts of what I waaas…
Read the signs on the trees,
written by golden leaves
Winds are howling their serenades,
Ancient chants singing all the good aims
I betrayed
(It’s the fatal falling,)
wander aimlesly
(on the path we choose)
We’re searching for answers
that never appear
We’re searching for lands beyond
all limits, we’re falling!
Do you remember the time you were the girl from Mars
I don’t know if you knew that
Oh we’d stay up late playing cards, Henry Winterman cigars
But she never told me her name
I still love you the girl from Mars.
203-that song also varies a lot from person to person/place to place. i’ve heard a lot of alternate lyrics for those few lines. apparently people don’t like them.
haha, voltaire amuses me/this is kind of sad when you think about how many people actually do say god agrees with their opinions.
apols in advance if this offends anybody for whatever reason…
God thinks all blacks are obsolete farm eqipment
God thinks the Jews killed his son and must be punished
God thinks the white man is Satan
God, they know what God thinks
God thinks we should all convert to Judaism
God thinks we must all be Christians and
God thinks we should all embrace Islam
God thinks the only true religion is Hinduism
And I
I know what God thinks
God thinks you’re a waste of flesh
God prefers an Atheist
God thinks all people like you are hateful
God thinks all people like you are an embarassment to creation
self-righteous, judgemental, first to throw the stone
and use His name for your own protection
God thinks the sun revolves around the Earth
God thinks there was something very wrong with Copernicus
God thinks abortion is murder and
God thinks everything that science gave us is wrong
God thinks women deserve it
God thinks AIDS is a form of punishment
I hate people who blame the Devil for their own shortcomings and
I hate people who thank God when things go right
And I
I know what God thinks
God thinks you’re an idiot
God prefers a heretic
God God
God thinks all people like you are hateful
God thinks all people like you are an embarassment to creation
self-righteous, judgemental, first to throw the stone
and using His name for your own agenda
God is a liberal
God is a democrat
God wants you to vote republican
never trust a man who puts his words in the mouth of god
and says it’s absolute truth
its lies and it smells like death
its all in a day’s work taking money from the poor
Why do you think that God would need your dirty money
if he wanted to start a holy war?
self-righteous, judgemental, first to throw the stone
and using His name for your own protection
God thinks puppies need to die and
God thinks babies need to drown
’cause God is neither good nor bad
God is you and me
God is Everything
Ok, need some help here. I would love to write songs, it sounds like so much fun, but i need help. I could do it im sure, but i need some pointers, becuase i have no idea where to start. I play the piano, and i want to be able to write songs on something i can relate to, and others can relate to. What should i do? Any tips?
Sorry, just one question, why when i am posting late at night does it take until morning for it to be moderated? becuase over the weekend i was up at like 11 and no one posted. Just curious.
It depends on how soundly the Administrators are sleeping. We do have insomnia sometimes. Normally, though, things come to a halt when the last of us goes to bed. Rosanne, who lives on the West Coast, often ushers through a few late-night posts before she turns in.
are you better at the music or the words? start with what you’re good at, and just go from there. that’s the extent of my song-writing advice (i’ve never actually written a song out, but a tape recorder in the shower would probably make up a few cds at least… )
Let it go,
let it roll right off your shoulder
don’t you know
the hardest part is over
let it in,
let your clarity define you
in the end
we will only just remember how it feels
our lives are made
in these small hours
these little wonders,
these twists & turns of fate
time falls away,
but these small hours,
these small hours still remain
let it slide,
let your troubles fall behind you
let it shine
until you feel it all around you
and I don’t mind
if it’s me you need to turn to
we’ll get by,
it’s the heart that really matters in the end
our lives are made
in these small hours
these little wonders,
these twists & turns of fate
time falls away,
but these small hours,
these small hours still remain
all of my regret
will wash away some how
but I can not forget
the way I feel right now
in these small hours
these little wonders
these twists & turns of fate
these twists & turns of fate
time falls away but these small hours
these small hours, still remain,
still remain
these little wonders
these twists & turns of fate
time falls away
but these small hours
these little wonders still remain
hey! does anybody know the title and artist of this song???
alone on a train, aimless with wonder/ an outdated map crumpled in my pocket/ but I didn’t care where I was going/ they’re all different names for the same place
the coast dissappeared when the sea drwoned the sun/ I knew no words to share with anyone/ the boundaries of language I quietly cursed/ and all the different names for the same thing
Hmm…I’ve been listening to Dilate lately, which is really weird…cos it’s thoroughly depressing and angry and hormonal.
But I don’t feel like that right now…
Right now, I feel like “A Favor House Atlantic” by Coheed and Cambria.
“Your eyes tell stories of a day
You wish you could recall the moments that once have Retrack the footsteps that have brought us to this favor
I wouldn’t ask this of you
Good eye sniper
Now I’ll shoot
You run
The words you scribbled on the walls of the loss of friends you didn’t have
I called you when the time is right
Are you in or are you out
For them all to know the end of us all…
Run quick
They’re behind us
Did you think we’d ever make it this close to safety in one piece?
Now you want to kill me in the act of what could maybe save us from sleep and what we are…
Good eye sniper
Here I’ll shoot
You run
The words you scribbled on the walls of the loss of friends you didn’t have
I called you when the time was right
Are you in or are you out
For them all to know?..
Bye bye beautiful
Don’t bother to write
Disturbed by your words and they’re calling all cars
Face step let down…face step step down
Bye bye beautiful
Don’t bother to write
Disturbed by your words and they’re calling all cars
Face step let down
Face step step down…”
Yo, ho, haul together,
hoist the Colors high.
Heave ho,
thieves and beggars,
never shall we die.
The king and his men
stole the queen from her bed
and bound her in her Bones.
The seas be ours
and by the powers
where we will we’ll roam.
Yo, ho, haul together,
hoist the Colors high.
Heave ho, thieves and beggars,
never say we die.
Some men have died
and some are alive
and others sail on the sea
– with the keys to the cage…
and the Devil to pay
we lay to Fiddler’s Green!
The bell has been raised
from it’s watery grave…
Do you hear it’s sepulchral tone?
We are a call to all,
pay head the squall
and turn your sail toward home!
Yo, ho, haul together,
hoist the Colors high…
Heave ho, thieves and beggars,
never say we die.
223- hmm. i wonder what movie you saw recently….
i saw the movie too! good stuff. despite orlando bloom’s ruining of everything. but i digress. cool song! xD
224- does that mean you do or do not like Orlando Bloom? I do not. He bugs me. It was funny, the group I went to see it with was split; half were a wee bit fangirly about him (not too much though) and half were annoyed by him. Heh heh.
The Mesopotamians by They Might Be Giants
We’ve been driving around
From one end of this town to the other and back
But no one’s ever seen us (No one’s ever seen us)
Driving our Econoline van (And no one’s ever heard of our band)
And no one’s ever heard of our band
We’re the Mesopotamians
Sargon, Hammurabi, Ashurbanipal, and Gilgamesh
Then they wouldn’t understand a word we say,
So we’ll scratch it all down into the clay
Half believing there will sometime come a day
Someone gives a damn
Maybe when the concrete has crumbled to sand
We’re the Mesopotamians
Sargon, Hammurabi, Ashurbanipal, and Gilgamesh
The Mesopotam-ish sun is beating down
And making cracks in the ground
But there’s nowhere else to stand
In Mesopotamia, (No one’s ever seen us)
The kingdom where we secretly reign (And no one’s ever heard of our band)
The land where we invisibly rule
As the Mesopotamians
Sargon, Hammurabi, Ashurbanipal, and Gilgamesh
This is my last stick of gum
I’m going to cut it up so everybody else gets some
Except for Ashurbanipal who says my haircut makes me look like a Mohenjo-daroan
Hey, Ashurbanipal,
I’m a Mesopotamian
Sargon, Hammurabi, Ashurbanipal, and Gilgamesh
We’re the Mesopotamians
Sargon, Hammurabi, Ashurbanipal, and Gilgamesh
“Hey, man, I thought that you were dead
I thought you crashed your car”
“No, man, I’ve been right here this whole time playing bass guitar
For the Mesopotamians”
We’re the Mesopotamians
Sargon, Hammurabi, Ashurbanipal
Sargon, Hammurabi, Ashurbanipal, and Gilgamesh
We’re the Mesopotamians
Sargon, Hammurabi, Ashurbanipal, and Gilgamesh
Wow, I am in awe at how you people can write songs, I am determined now. Tomorrow I am going to start, if I have time, becuase it looks like a lot of fun, and I am always looking for a new song to sing!!!
229 posts already? Oh well, here’s a song (Veggietales theme song):
*Larry is playing tuba*
Bob(as he walks in from left) If you like to talk to tomatoes,
If a squash can make you smile,
If you like to waltz with potatoes,
Up and down the produce isle…
(Speaking)Have we got a show for you! *Larry nods* *cut to scenes from videos*
Chorus:Veggietales, x 8
Bob: Broccoli, celery, gotta be,
All: Veggietales!
Junior:Lima beans, collared greens, peachy keen,
All:Veggietales!
Larry: Cauiflower, sweet and sour, half an hour,
All:Veggietales! There’s never ever ever ever been a show like Vegggietales! There’s never ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever been a show like Veggietales! It’s time for Veggietaaaaaaaaaaaales! *Final blast on tuba. Laughter* Now everbody will criticize me for putting in such a stupid song, and I can pie them to get back at them! Bwa hahahahahaha haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Find the b:
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218-
OMG! That’s Death Cab for Cutie a song called All Different names for the same thing I LOVE THAT GROUP If you like that song listen to Crooked Teeth by the same group
By the way I had a total Girlfriend day. Everything like matches. Isn’t that totally scary?
14th street the garbage swirls like a cyclone
three-o-clock in the afternoon
and i am going home
f-train is full of high school students
so much shouting, so much laughter
last night’s underwear
in my back pocket
sure sign of the morning after
take me home
take me home and leave me there
think i’m gonna cry, don’t know why
think i’m gonna sing myself a lullaby
feel free to listen
feel free to stare
i live in new york, new york
city that never shuts up
in the daylight everything is so gory
you can hear snatches of stranger’s sorry stories
i moved there from buffalo
but that’s nothing
the trico plant moved to mexico
left my uncle standing out in the cold
said here’s your last paycheck
have fun growing old
take me home
take me home and leave me there
think i’m gonna cry, don’t know why
think i’m gonna sing myself a lullaby
feel free to listen
feel free to stare
rockabye baby
in the tree top
when the wind blows
the cradle will rock
when the bow breaks
the cradle will fall
and down will come baby
cradle and all
youth is beauty
money is beauty
hell, beauty is beauty sometimes
it’s the luck of the draw
it’s the natural law
it’s a joke, it’s a crime
i was bored
you were bored
it was a meeting of the minds
now it’s three in the afternoon
and i can’t leave too soon
saying, thank you i had a nice time
take me home
take me home and leave me there
think i’m gonna cry, don’t know why
think i’m gonna sing myself a lullaby
feel free to listen
feel free to stare
rockabye baby
in the tree top
when the wind blows
the cradle will rock
when the bow breaks
the cradle will fall
and down will come baby
cradle and all
maybe i’ll live my whole life
just getting by
maybe i’ll be discovered
maybe i’ll be colonized
you can try to train me like a pet
you can try to teach me to behave
but i’ll tell you, if i haven’t learned it yet
i ain’t gonna sit
i Anita gonna stay
take me home
take me home and leave me there
think i’m gonna cry
don’t know why
think i’m gonna sing myself a lullaby
feel free to listen
feel free to stare
229(dancergirl13)-Almost all of the songs here are just songs musers like, not ones they have writen. But writing songs is cool. Agrrrfishi wrote this one.
You cut me down a tree
And brought it back to me
And that’s what made me see
Where I was going wrong
You put me on a shelf
And kept me for yourself
I can only blame myself
You can only blame me
And I could write a song
A hundred miles long
Well, that’s where I belong
And you belong with me
And I could write it down
Or spread it all around
Get lost and then get found
Or swallowed in the sea
You put me on a line
And hung me out to dry
And darling that’s when I
Decide to go to and see
You cut me down to size
And opened up my eyes
Made me realize
What I could not see
And I could write a book
The one, they’ll say that shook
The world, and then it took,
Took it back from me
And I could write it down
Or spread it all around
Get lost and then get found
And you’ll come back to me
Not swallowed in the sea
Ooh…
And I could write a song
A hundred miles long
Well, that’s where I belong
And you belong with me
The streets you’re walking on
A thousand houses long
Well, that’s where I belong
And you belong with me
Oh what good is it to live
With nothing left to give
Forget, but not forgive
Not loving all you see
Oh the streets you’re walking on
A thousand houses long
Well that’s where I belong
And you belong with me
Not swallowed in the sea
You belong with me
Not swallowed in the sea…
Yeah, you belong with me,
Not swallowed in the sea.
Look at the stars,
Look how they shine for you,
And everything you do,
Yeah they were all yellow,
I came along
I wrote a song for you
And all the things you do
And it was called yellow
So then I took my turn
Oh all the things I’ve done
And it was all yellow
Your skin
Oh yeah your skin and bones
Turn into something beautiful
D’you know you know I love you so
You know I love you so
I swam across
I jumped across for you
Oh all the things you do
Cause you were all yellow
I drew a line
I drew a line for you
Oh what a thing to do
And it was all yellow
Your skin
Oh yeah your skin and bones
Turn into something beautiful
D’you know for you I bleed myself dry
For you I bleed myself dry
Its true look how they shine for you
look how they shine for you
look how they shine for you
look how they shine for you
look how they shine for you
look how they shine
look at the stars look how they shine for you
Many times I’ve tried to tell you, many times I’ve cried alone
Always I’m surprised how well you cut my feelings to the bone
Don’t wanna leave you really, I’ve invested too much time
To give you up that easy, to the doubts that complicate your mind
We belong to the light, we belong to the thunder
We belong to the sound of the words we’ve both fallen under
Whatever we deny or embrace for worse or for better
We belong, we belong, we belong together
Maybe it’s a sign of weakness, when I don’t know what to say
Maybe I just wouldn’t know what to do with my strength anyway
Have we become a habit, do we distort the facts
Now there’s no looking forward, now there’s no turning back, when you say
We belong to the light, we belong to the thunder
We belong to the sound of the words we’ve both fallen under
Whatever we deny or embrace for worse or for better
We belong, we belong, we belong together
Close your eyes and try to sleep now, close your eyes and try to dream
Clear your mind and do your best to try and wash the palette clean
We can’t begin to know it, how much we really care
I hear your voice inside me, I see your face everywhere, still you say
We belong to the light, we belong to the thunder
We belong to the sound of the words we’ve both fallen under
Whatever we deny or embrace for worse or for better
We belong, we belong, we belong together
We belong to the light, we belong to the thunder
We belong to the sound of the words we’ve both fallen under
Whatever we deny or embrace for worse or for better
We belong, we belong, we belong together
We belong to the light, we belong to the thunder
We belong to the sound of the words we’ve both fallen under
Whatever we deny or embrace for worse or for better
We belong, we belong, we belong together
OK, these are probably really bad, but it took me two hours to write them, and I guess they are ok for my first songs. Please give me feedback!!! They are really bad though….
1.) Its kinda corny, but anyway. When i say prize your mind I mean your beliefs.
Some things endured
make it so hard to beam
you just want to
break out laughin and
all the hardship burst at the seams
Not everythings fun
it’s worth it in the end
but remember
there’s always someone
who wants to break and not bend
Lifes not always kind
Sometimes you dont fit in
But always, always, prize your mind
Sometimes, Somewhere,
you dont wanna go back
something was wrong
that made you close-up
but life goes there and takes you aback
Lifes not always kind
Sometimes you dont fit in
But always, always, prize your mind
Oh
Everyone has bad days
Being differents not a crime
Many wanna get away
Be unique and have a good time
Lifes not always kind
Sometimes you dont fit in
But always,
always,
prize your mind
2.) This one is worse, and also wierd, but i will put it on anyway, becuase i want to know how to improve.
I grew up in the city
always busy
buildings far as eye could see
somethin went wrong
and I just cried to sleep
I want to get away
to the place of my dreams
clear my mind away
just be free
dont wanna be bossed around
by society
people just dont understand
what goes on inside me
I want to get away
to the place of my dreams
clear my mnid away
just be free
The world is full of
segrigation
dictation
starvation
exasperation
procrastination
exaggeration
temptation
frustration
Why do i still put up with it?
Then one day
it came along
my whole world changed
in all one way
My dreams took over
were thrust upon me
I couldnt believe it
it was all over
My world filled up with
creation
formation
rotation
illumination
elevation
vegetation
relaxation
admiration
I want to get away
to the place of my dreams
clear my mind away
just be free
Well, thats all i got. I need to clear my mind of what we learned on how to write poetry, becuase our teacher told us to ELABORATE, ELABORATE, ELABORATE, and songs usually sound better without a thousand details. Please give me feedback, I enjoyed writing these, and i want to try again, but improve!!!! Thanks!!!
I liked the first one more…I think maybe the second one gave more details than the first, so try to cut back some (on the details).
Also, it is very hard to make lists sound good. I might just work on songs that don’t have lists, and then try to incorporate them after you have even more experience.
I like how the first one ends kind of tapering off. I also sense some sort of sadness in it.
I did like them, though,-but ‘m sure somebody will get mad and pie me-I was just trying to help!
Up in Vermont, this is how we do
We got one area code and it’s 802
Green Mountain state where we roll on skis
Don’t mess with our cows or we’ll break yo’ knees
State of Vermont where we make Bread and Jerry
Sweet maple syrup and our streets aren’t scary
Cellphone service is questionable
Farmer’s market is our biggest festival
We got out-of-state visits when our leaves are changing
Our animals are gelling ‘cuz our chickens are free-ranging
Our state capital might be 200 years old, but our dome is so blingin’ that it’s paved with gold
Anime, chess, our mascot is a’sollin
Saturday night we don’t go drinking, we go bowling
802, 802
We got seven different places to buy a pizza slice
But don’t go to Village ‘cuz that dude ain’t nice
Cuss off Angelino’s ‘cuz their pie is overpriced
What about your solie?
Yeah, that’ll surprise
Hippies always wonder about our silly stamps
We go to First and Fenton and do mad raps
One one thousand, two one thousand, three one thousand, four
Here comes Ike Tannen, knockin’ at your door
Mud season makes the roads real slow
Go huntin’ with our compound bow
The creamiest milk in the 50 states
We go on picnics and dine on paper plates
Rednecks and dairy, they’re always hating
Go through the town and we start fustigating
I like my Cabot cheddar extra sharp
Our roofs have leaks, so we patch ’em with a tarp
802, 802
We got the biggest snow piles in the USA
Yeah we made it legal, it’s okay to be gay
All-USA with the Birkenstocks
The only thing we hustling is the Grant E. Rock
Up in VT, this is how we do
We got one area code and it’s 802
Here’s one I wrote… trying to figure which chord progression works best for it.
Being in your company’s like running naked on the grass
every little bit’s exposed, but I don’t care about my past
Warm rays of sunlight slip around my skin
and summertime’s there for both of us to jump in
I wanna give you everything you could get from me
I want you to be happy, that’s all I’ll ever need
cuz lonileness and anxiety were washed away with April rain
and whenever I think of you, the feeling’s always the same
You’re the light in my eyes, the beauty inside,
the feelings exist around me and you
You’re the warmth in my heart, the face in my jar
the reason I look out the window
It’s a bit soppy, thematically, but I had some metaphors and references I wanted to try out and I was feeling pretty romantic at the time.
Thanks red tailed hawk!!! I didnt like the list either, i was just experimenting with that one, and after all those are my very first ones. You helped alot, but unfortunately i couldnt read it before i was tempted to attempt to wright another song becuase my mom was on the computer ALL DAY (literally) yesterday. But i wrote another, and its probably even worse, but i am trying!!! This song i guess is kind of about my passion for dance, and how all my worries go away when i get to class and the music starts, and my passionate friends are there with me.I had trouble with the chorus, becuase i know what message i want to send, but i dont know quite how to say it. Maybe some suggestions? I am going to try to revise it and post it again, but i dont know how long that will take so…..anyway. Here it goes.
It’s Passion…..
when a beat starts
and the lights shine
my soul stirs
the passion is mine
hearts open up
feet start to move
our body’s start to sway
nothings there to prove
can you feel it
there’s something there
it can defeat the strongest foe
or show feelings where
my mind bursts with happiness
i start to sing
the world is nothing
when im doing my thing
there are times
when people ask why
i tell them its complicated
that it teaches me to fly
can you feel it
there’s somethin there
it can defeat the strongest foe
or show feelings where
the beat starts
the lights shine
my soul stirs
its passion…
when there’s nothing to prove
and i learn to fly
its passion…
when i start to sing
and people ask why
its passion…
can you feel it
theres something there
it can defeat the strongest foe
or show feelings where
its passion.
I better stop writing songs now becuase i get the feeling i’m just embarrising myself to the highest extent. I will leave now…
163, 172, 218- you are really good at this. I guess its just not my thing…but oh well. I will just keep on trying, and keep embarrassing myself.
190-that song is pretty good, i like songs that suggest being free and all the nature-ish stuff. That song kind of reminds me of this series i just finished called “The Lost Years of Merlin”. It is one of my favorites, its about this boy named Emrys Merlin, and he didnt have the best childhood, becuase he couldnt remember it, but anyway. He left his “mother” to try to find his past, and turned up at legendary islands that he was told stories about. He met friends, finally met his father and found out that his “mother” was his actual mother. Of course in the end he became the legendary wizard Merlin and had to fulfill his destiny, which meant leaving his beloved islands of Fincayra and the girl he fell in love with, and his wonderful family. It was a wonderful series, even though the ending was a bit sad, it was wonderful. That song just kind of had the same sense to it.
when this thread is filled up are we going to get another song lyrics one? I rather enjoy it…sorry for the multiple posts!!! I keep forgetting what i want to say.
246 — That’s actually quite good. I suck at writing good romance poetry…not to mention beautiful imagery, which is why I love “Under a Glass Moon” so much.
Dancergirl13-*Blush* very kind of you to say that, but I can’t take credit for either. The first one’s by U2, and the second one’s by Melissa Etheridge. But very kind of you!!! Many of the songs here are songs by other people.
I need to learn from YOU!!! I really need help writing songs. *dies*
Oh, wow that was…wierd of me. I know alot here are by others, but i guess i figured people would specify, sorry. Well they were good songs to post!!! I dont have much advice considering i only tried to write any songs what like a day or two ago? But i do suggest this:
get a rhyming dictionary
get a thesauras
someone else told me this, i think post 215, to start with either the words or the melody first, whatever your best at
also, i think of the words kind of as poetry, it helps me a little, although i am still totally embarassed at my horrible list song
I am sure you are probably better at this than I, becuase i just play and/or dance to music, not write it. I just thought it looked like fun! And you gave me good advice about improving my songs, so you seem like you know how to do it. Good luck!!!
Hi there, how are you?
It’s been a long time,
Seems like we’ve come a long way
My but we learn so slow
And heroes they come and they gooo
And leave us behind
As if we’re supposed to know
Whhhhhhyyyyyyyyyy
Why do we lift up our hearts to the past, yeah
And why must we grow up so fast?
Things to remember
Places to go
Pretty madis all in a row
All in a roooooooowwwwwwwwww
246- Nice. I cought the Beatles reference, but not the GnR one.
250- I like that one. Esspecally the “its passion…/when there’s nothing to prove/and i learn to fly” lines.
251- *blush* I didn’t write that, sorry. That’s by Kamelot, it’s called Wings of Despair and its a really good song. I really think you should head over to Poems&Songs though, you’ll find more people who write poetry and songs. That’s where I post the stuff I write. We need more writers there!!
Here’s some Simon and Garfunkel (man I love them…)
Hello darkness my old friend
I’ve come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly is creeping
Left it’s seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
With it the sounds of silence
In restless dreams I walked alone
Down narrow streets of cobblestone
Beneath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
Split the night
And touched the sounds of silence
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never shared
No one dared
Disturb the sounds of silence
Fools, said I, you do not know
That silence like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Feel my arms that I might reach you
But my words, like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the walls of silence
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they named
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said, the words of the prophets
Are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls
And whispered in the sounds
Of silence
249- yes it is!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I like it too much.
Thanks Jadestone!!! I figured you hadnt wrote it, I just liked it alot. I agree with 261, Eleanor Rigby is one of my favorite Beatle songs!!! Along with Blackbird, Michelle, and Here comes the Sun.
261- I love simon & garfunkel. homeward bound is one of my favorites
Does anybody listen to Wicked music
For Good;
I’m limited
“just look at me”
I’m limited
And just look at you, you can do all I couldn’t do
Glinda
So now its up to you
“for both of us”
So now it’s up to you
I’ve heard it said that people come into our lives
For a reason, bringing something we must learn
and we are led to those who help us most to grow
If we let them, and we help them in return
Well I dont know if I believe that’s true
But I know I’m who I am today because
I knew you
Like a comet pulled from orbit
as it passes a sun
Like a stream that meets a boulder,
halfway through the woods
Who can say if I’ve been changed for the better
But, because I knew you
I have been changed for good
It well may be that we will never meet again
In this lifetime
So let me say before we part
So much of me is mad of what I learned from you
You’ll be with me like a handprint on my heart
And now whatever way our stories end
I know you have rewritten mine
by being my friend
Like a ship blown from its moorings by a wind off the sea
Like a seed dropped by a skybird in a distant wood
who can say if I’ve been changed for the better but
Because I knew you
Because I knew you
I have been changed for good
And just to clear the air
I ask forgiveness for the things I’ve done you blame me for
But then again, I guess we know there’s blame to share
And none of it seems to matter anymore
am i gunna be pied? or should i sing? Im brand new =]
i cant wait to fall in love with you
you cant wait to fall in love with me!
this just cant be summer love baby
this just cant be summer love you’ll see
This is my favorite song right now, if you haven’t heard it before, you need to, and then go on YouTube and watch the music video. Amazing video, really moving.
If Everyone Cared by Nickelback
From underneath the trees, we watch the sky
confusing stars with satellites
I never dreamed that you’d be mine
But here we are, we’re here tonight
Singing Amen, I, I’m alive (I’m alive)
Singing Amen, I, I’m alive
If everyone cared and nobody cried
If everyone loved and nobody lied
If everyone shared and swallowed their pride
Then we’d see the day, when nobody died
And I’m singing
A, Amen I, Amen I, I’m alive
Amen I, Amen I, Amen I, I’m alive
And in the air the fireflies
Our only light in paradise
would show the world they were wrong
And teach them all to sing along
Singing Amen, I, I’m alive (I’m alive)
Singing A, Amen, I, I’m alive
If everyone cared and nobody cried
If everyone loved and nobody lied
If everyone shared and swallowed their pride
Then we’d see the day, when nobody died
If everyone cared and nobody cried
If everyone loved and nobody lied
If everyone shared and swallowed their pride
Then we’d see the day, when nobody died
When nobody died…
ahh ahh…
And as we lie beneath the stars
We realize how small we are
If they could love like you and me
Imagine what the world could be
If everyone cared and nobody cried
If everyone loved and nobody lied
If everyone shared and swallowed their pride
Then we’d see the day, when nobody died
If everyone cared and nobody cried
If everyone loved and nobody lied
If everyone shared and swallowed their pride
Then we’d see the day, when nobody died
We’d see the day, we’d see the day
When nobody died…
We’d see the day, we’d see the day
When nobody died…died…!
We’d see the day when nobody died
270- Torture? Artistic abominations? Have you ever heard anything by Nickelback? Do you now how amazing the music video is? Don’t insult it before you know what it is.
274: Do you know how little Nickelback can actually play? That their genre is based on one single chord? They can’t hold a candle to the complex melodies and harmonies, polyrythms and pure virtuosity contained in other genres. Punk pop is horrendous, and Nickelback, like every other band in the genre, couldn’t play something decent to save their lives.
275- I didn’t post the lyrics to get in a pointless argument with a jerk like you about how good the band is. I posted because it is a good song. Maybe you should just shut up once in a while and respect other people’s opinions and preferences.
276: I can’t help it if Nickelback suck. The fact that people who play as bad as they do actually make money while geniuses like Ihsahn who actually took composition lessons have to work their arses off to get enough money to record something because they care deeply for their music get nothing is appalling.
And impede freedom of speech? These things have to be said. There is great injustice in the music business, and saying so isn’t ‘mean’. Nickelback are bad, plain and simple.
(279) Then take this discussion to the Music thread where it would be more appropriate. Song Lyrics is just that, a place to post song lyrics people like or find meaningful, sucky or not.
Prison gates won’t open up for me
On these hands and knees I’m crawlin’
Oh, I reach for you
Well I’m terrified of these four walls
These iron bars can’t hold my soul in
All I need is you
Come please I’m callin’
And oh I scream for you
Hurry I’m fallin’, I’m fallin’
Show me what it’s like
To be the last one standing
And teach me wrong from right
And I’ll show you what I can be
Say it for me
Say it to me
And I’ll leave this life behind me
Say it if it’s worth saving me
Heaven’s gates won’t open up for me
With these broken wings I’m fallin’
And all I see is you
These city walls ain’t got no love for me
I’m on the ledge of the eighteenth story
And oh I scream for you
Come please I’m callin’
And all I need from you
Hurry I’m fallin’, I’m fallin’
Show me what it’s like
To be the last one standing
And teach me wrong from right
And I’ll show you what I can be
Say it for me
Say it to me
And I’ll leave this life behind me
Say it if it’s worth saving me
Hurry I’m fallin’
All I need is you
Come please I’m callin’
And oh, I scream for you
Hurry I’m fallin’, I’m fallin’, I’m fallin’
Show me what it’s like
To be the last one standing
And teach me wrong from right
And I’ll show you what I can be
Say it for me
Say it to me
And I’ll leave this life behind me
Say it if it’s worth saving me
This time, This place
Misused, Mistakes
Too long too late
Who was I to make you wait
Just one chance
Just one breath
Just in case there’s just one left
‘Cause you know, you know, you know
I love you
I’ve loved you all along
I miss you
Been far away for far too long
I keep dreaming you’ll be with me
and you’ll never go
Stop breathing if
I don’t see you anymore
On my knees, I’ll ask
Last chance for one last dance
‘Cause with you, I’d withstand
All of Hell to hold your hand
I’d give it all
I’d give for us
Give anything, but I won’t give up
‘Cause you know, you know, you know
That I love you
I loved you all along
And I miss you
Been far away for far too long
I keep dreaming you’ll be with me
and you’d never go
Stop breathing if
I don’t see you anymore
So far away
So far away
far away for far too long
So far away
So far away
far away for far too long
But you know, you know, you know
I wanted
I wanted you to stay
‘Cause I needed
I need to hear you say
I love you
I loved you all along
And I forgive you
For being away for far too long
So keep breathing
‘Cause I’m not leaving you anymore
Believe it
Hold on to me,and never let me go
Keep breathing
‘Cause I’m not leaving you anymore
Believe it
hold on to me never let me go
Keep breathing
hold on to me, never let me go
Keep breathing
hold on to me, never let me go
Ack. So I can post, but I can’t post lyrics? I was going to post Thou Shalt Always Kill by Dan Le Sac vs Scroobius Pip, but I can’t. Anyway, it’s very funny and very true. The music video is pretty good too, sorry, I sincerely recommend you look it up.
Hmm. Reading it over, yeah, I can see why it would go to the spam pile. The entire song is mostly a guy talking along with the music- I forget what that’s called. There are some really great lines though. My favorites are:
Thou shalt not make repetitive generic music, thou shalt not make repetitive generic music, thou shalt not make repetitive generic music, thou shalt not make repetitive generic music.
Thou shalt spell the word “Phoenix†P-H-E-O-N-I-X, not P-H-O-E-N-I-X, regardless of what the Oxford English Dictionary tells you.
Thou shalt not think any male over the age of 30 that plays with a child that is not their own is a pedophile – Some people are just nice.
Some are more serious than others. (i.e. “Thou shalt not pimp my ride ” vs. “Thou shalt give equal worth to tragedies that occur in non-English speaking countries as to those that occur in English speaking countries. “)
298- YouTube has taken down almost all of the videos, unfortunately. I am completely obsessed with that show. It’s nice to know somebody was paying attention, thanks!
293- Didn’t Stephen Fry read some book on tape? Yeah, that’s the only way I would know about it; I’m such a bookworm.
Does anyone know the lyrics to “Hazel Eyes, I will lead you,” by (or at least sung by) Josephine Foster? Not to be confused with a song called “Hazel Eyes” which comes up if you search “Hazel Eyes lyrics.” I’m off to google now. It’s a lovely song.
300- Yes, he reads a lot of books on tape; most famously the Hitchhiker books and Harry Potter (lovely voice.) Actually, because he recorded the last HP book already, he is one of probably 5 people who knows how it ends. I think he’s written several books of his own, though. Ack, getting very off topic. Sorry.
First post!
So, what’s this thread for? Just posting song lyrics?
Question for all: What’s your theme song for today? In other words, what song do you think fits your day today?
1-Voddoo Doll by Fergie I think I’m having a Fergie week because yesterday was DEFINENTLY Fergalicious.
I think this thread should be rated C because some songs have some “colorfull” language. Especially the ones I listen to.
The wheels on the bus go round and round…
round and round…
round and round…
The wheels on the bus go round and round…
all………..day…………long!!!
The wheels on the cars go round and round…
round and round…
round and round…
The wheels on the cars go round and round…
all………..day…………long!!!
The wheels on the truck go round and round…
round and round…
round and round…
The wheels on the truck go round and round…
all………..day…………long!!!
The wheels on the bike go round and round…
round and round…
round and round…
The wheels on the bike go round and round…
all………..day…………long!!!
There. Now that song is stuck in everybody’s heads for the rest of eternity.
1 – That belongs on the polling thread.
My theme song for today: I don’t know. It’s like the only day I haven’t constantly listened to music. (I was at an adventure games workshop. It was fr00dy. There were people who got Monty Python and H2G2, we had foam swords and died dramatically and did improv and in the end I was a pirate trying to help save the fairy queen)
Has anyone else ever heard this?
Birdhouse In Your Soul (demo version)
Blue canary in the outlet by the lightswitch
He watches over you
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Not to put too fine a point on it
Say I’m the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
I have a secret to tell
Out when you’re all by yourself
At the time when even you get up and leave your nothing to dwell
I don’t want to talk about that
And no one listens to that
But for the one who does and she’s the one you worry about
Don’t you say anything
If you have anything to do with it
Blue canary in the outlet by the lightswitch
He watches over you
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Not to put too fine a point on it
Say I’m the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
I’d like to cover the earth
With a fresh baked yummy dessert
Pople couldn’t live in it
But I think it’s worth the money and hurt
‘Cause I couldn’t tolerate
All the empty spaces in the world
Blue canary in the outlet by the lightswitch
He watches over you
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Not to put too fine a point on it
Say I’m the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
(Random spoken interjections by Flansburgh at the end: I don’t feel thirty! Give me something to write on! I don’t feel three hundred! Give me something to write on!)
(1) Funny you should ask about theme songs, as I’m currently being pursued by “Pinball Wizard.” (See April Showers, Part 2.)
2- Then don’t post those songs. Why do you like them? Don’t you think it’s a little pathetic that Fergie has to write a song talking about how she’s so popular and perfect? Wouldn’t you think it means she’s trying to hide that really she’s not? I do.
Apologies for double posting but I didn’t see 2 when I wrote my first comment.
4=ooh, i like that song. (assuming you mean the who.)
All those lies suit you. They are custom made to drive
you out of reality. Lies are true for you. You know, what
you do is reaching a point of insanity.
When you wake from your dream you know what is true?
Ring of bell inside your head is playing with your mind
Remember to pray, and what the Bible says and you will
live thru eternity You haven’t heard of this?
There is something you missed – it will cost you so heavily.
You must sleep in the stinking bed that you made
When you’re down where you belong hear what they say.
Stay for a while, stay forever. Sing for the times you are
bound to betray. Run for your life, run forever, your eyes
tell a lie and the liar must always die.
When you’re done with him, you know where you have
been, He will treat us all equally.
Can you feel the fire burning
You must sleep in the stinking bed that you made.
When you’re down where you belong hear what they say.
Stay for a while, stay forever. Sing for the times you are
bound to betray. Run for your life, run forever, your eyes
tell a lie and the liar must always die.
[Guitar Solo]
Stay for a while, stay forever. Sing for the times you are
bound to betray. Run for your life, run forever, your eyes
tell a lie and the liar must always diiiiiiie… (fading away)
Stay for a while, stay forever. Sing for the times you are
bound to betray. Run for your life, run forever, your eyes
tell a lie and the liar must always die.
anyone who recognizes gets ten million hpb points.
4-Not really. This question is about song lyrics so I feel that it fits this thread.
My theme song today would probably be “What Hurts the Most” because of the lines “What hurts the most/Is getting so close”, referring to my soccer game this afternoon where they scored a goal in the last 5 seconds of the game to tie it up.
To be sung to “the wheels on the bus go round and round”
This is the song that never ends,
it starts and stops, but again it begins,
This song will get stuck in your head,
all………day…………long!
This is the annoying song to sing,
it eats your brain, pressing your buttons ding ding!
this bacteria’s on my chicken wing,
all…………day…………long!
this is the song that sometimes will stop,
but starts up again right after you pop,
this is the 9-year-old chili glop,
all………….day……….long!
This is what happens when I am bored,
and if you will give me a smorgas board,
I will stop singing to you, my lord,
all………day………….long!
This is the song that fills your mind,
fills your mind, front middle behind,
This song will drive you right out of your mind,
all…………day…………long!
This is the song that never ends,
it starts and stops, but again it begins,
This song will get stuck in your head,
all………day…………long!
This is the annoying song to sing,
it eats your brain, pressing your buttons ding ding!
this bacteria’s on my chicken wing,
all…………day…………long!
this is the song that sometimes will stop,
but starts up again right after you pop,
this is the 9-year-old chili glop,
all………….day……….long!
This is what happens when I am bored,
and if you will give me a smorgas board,
I will stop singing to you, my lord,
all………day………….long!
This is the song that fills your mind,
fills your mind, front middle behind,
This song will drive you right out of your mind,
all…………day…………long!
This is the song that never ends,
it starts and stops, but again it begins,
This song will get stuck in your head,
all………day…………long!
This is the annoying song to sing,
it eats your brain, pressing your buttons ding ding!
this bacteria’s on my chicken wing,
all…………day…………long!
this is the song that sometimes will stop,
but starts up again right after you pop,
this is the 9-year-old chili glop,
all………….day……….long!
This is what happens when I am bored,
and if you will give me a smorgas board,
I will stop singing to you, my lord,
all………day………….long!
This is the song that fills your mind,
fills your mind, front middle behind,
This song will drive you right out of your mind,
all…………day…………long!
etc etc etc
Is Rebecca Lansley driven out of her mind yet?
We took a walk that night, but it wasn’t the same
We had a fight on the promenade out in the rain
She said she loved me, but she had somewhere to go
She couldn’t scream while I held I close
I swore I’d never let her go
Tell me what you wanna know
Oh come on, oh come on, oh come on
There ain’t no motive for this crime
Jenny was a friend of mine
So come on, oh come on, oh come on
I know my rights, I’ve been here all day and it’s time
For me to go, so let me know if it’s alright
I just can’t take this, I swear I told you the truth
She couldn’t scream while I held I close
I swore I’d never let her go
Tell me what you wanna know
Oh come on, oh come on, oh come on
And then you whisper in my ear
I know what you’re doing here
So come on, oh come on, oh come on
There ain’t no motive for this crime
Jenny was a friend of mine
Oh come on, oh come on, oh come on
(11) Close. Very close.
How is it that I can get a song stuck in my head by looking at the title? The End of The Tour was stuck in my head the other day, so I was playing it in iTunes, and now it’s stuck in my head again because I opened iTunes to look for something in the store. Now I’ll start listening again and it’ll cause a vicious cycle. I’m going to look up the lyrics because I don’t know them by heart like I do the others.
There’s a girl with a crown and a scepter
Who’s on WLSD
And she says that the scene isn’t what it’s been
And she’s thinking of going home
That it’s old and it’s totally over now
And it’s old and it’s over, it’s over now
And it’s over, it’s over, it’s over now
I can see myself
At the end of the tour
When the road disappears
If there’s any more people around
When the tour runs aground
And if you’re still around
Then we’ll meet at the end of the tour
The engagements are booked through the end of the world
So we’ll meet at the end of the tour
Never to part since the day we met
Out on Interstate 91
I was bent metal, you were a flaming wreck
When we kissed at the overpass
I was sailing along with the people
Driving themselves to distraction inside me
Then came a knock on the door which was odd
And the picture abruptly changed
At the end of the tour
When the road disappears
If there’s any more people around
When the tour runs aground
And if you’re still around
Then we’ll meet at the end of the tour
The engagements are booked through the end of the world
So we’ll meet at the end of the tour
This was the vehicle; these were the people
You opened the door and expelled all the people
This was the vehicle; these were the people
You opened the door and expelled all the people
This was the vehicle; these were the people
You let them go
At the end of the tour
When the road disappears
If there’s any more people around
When the tour runs aground
And if you’re still around
Then we’ll meet at the end of the tour
The engagements are booked through the end of the world
So we’ll meet at the end of the tour
And we’re never gonna tour again
No, we’re never gonna tour again
3-I AM NOW TRYING TO LISTEN TO MUSIC AS LOUD AS IT WILL GO TO GET THAT OUT OF MY HEAD
7-Yea, I know Fergie always sings about HERSELF but I like the beat and stuff… I’m not planing on posting them. Voodoo Doll is NOT how she is perfect. It’s about her being possesed. Hence the name Voodoo Doll.
11-I dont know about Rebecca but I am.
8-I found it using Google.
“Who are we to blow against the win?”
What on earth does that mean?
17 – It was a typo. They meant to type “wind”.
Hey, I know! This is perfect ammo for the pie wars thread!
This is the song that never ends
yes it goes on and on my friends
some people
started singing it
not knowing what it was
and they continued singing it forever just because
this is the song that never ends
yes it goes on and on my friends
some people
started singing it
not knowing what it was
and they continued singing it forever just because
this is the song that never ends
yes it goes on and on my friends
some people
started singing it
not knowing what it was
and they continued singing it forever just because
this is the song that never ends
yes it goes on and on my friends
some people
started singing it
not knowing what it was
and they continued singing it forever just because…
17-paul simon!
(17, 18, 21),
Yes, it was supposed to be “wind.” Darned sticky keyboard. And it is indeed an allusion to a lyric from Paul Simon’s “Graceland” album.
today, theme song probably “thank goodness” from Wicked. Or something else. Not sure.
Well I’ve been traveling on a boat and a plane
in a car ,on a bike, with a bus, on a train
traveling here, traveling there
everywhere, in every gear
but ah, lord, we pay the price
with every spin of the wheel, with the roll of the dice
oh yeah, you pay your fare
and if you don’t know where you’re going,
any road will take you there
and I’ve been traveling through the dirt and the grime
from the past to the future
through the space and the time
traveling deep beneath the waves
in watery grottos and mountainous caves
but ah, lord, we got to fight
with the thoughts in the head, with the dark and the light
no use to stop and stare
and if you don’t know where you’re going
any road will take you there
you may not know where you came from
you may not know who you are
you may not have even wondered
how you got this far
well I’ve been traveling on a wing and a prayer
by the skin of my teeth by the breadth of a hair
traveling where the fall winds blow
with the sun on my face in the ice and the snow
but oohey, it’s a game
sometimes you’re cool, sometimes you’re lame
ah yeah it’s somewhere
if you don’t know where you’re going
any road will take you there
but oh lord we pay the price
with the spin of the wheel with the roll of the dice
oh yeah you pay your fare
and if you don’t know where you’re going
any road will take you there
I keep traveling around the bend
there was no beginning there is no end
it wasn’t born and never dies
there are no edges, there is no size
ah yeah, you just don’t win
it’s so far out the way out is in
bow to god and call him sir
but if you don’t know where you’re going
any road will take you there
if you don’t know where you’re going,
any road will take you there
if you don’t know where you’re going
any road will take you there
10-Ummm that didnt get stuck in my head but it made me madde. I like 9-Year old chili glop and Chicken Wings. You made that made them sound like a bad thing.
Oh gosh. Do you know what these threads do to me.
(12) What song is that? It sounds very beautiful, especially the beginning.
And now for mine. This is a translation of the song D.L.N. by the Japanese band the GazettE.
I knew it all along, so I’m not sad
Little by little, little by little, like counting the numbers
The color of the withering vegetation becomes dim and I can’t tell when the season ends
The day I follow your footsteps calls to the day I listened for your footsteps
I have no hope so I cannot change tomorrow
Following the sound of the withering vegetation, I can feel the season ending
When the flowers color and bloom in profusion, what will be left to me?
The moon pulls the curtain, but the sun shines on me
I knew it all along, so I’m not sad
Even if I open my eyes and the night isn’t over, even if there are no shining stars
Even if the lights that color the streets all go out…
I’ve seen the happy faces of those I must protect and the dying breaths of those I loved
So it’s all right now
Song of the sheep in dark long night
If you could watch the live version of this…It’s just amazing.
Ahh, what have I been listening to lately? Not much, my soundtrack for the day is usually whatever plays on my ride to school. Considering my dad drives me, this becomes a problem when he plays things like “Another Brick in the Wall” (We don’t need no education/We don’t need no thought control/the dark sarcasm in the classroom/teacher leave those kids alone/ Hey! Teacher! Leave those kids alone! All in all/your just a/’nother brick in the wall. See how that might make you hate your schoolday?) Otherwise, I’ve had the beginning of Suite: Judy Blue Eyes stuck in my head for a while (Especially the great lines like “Don’t let the past/remind us of what we are not now, etc.) and I’ve had Jeeves and Wooster playing on youtube, so you have to throw in a bit of “Minnie the Moocher” and “Fourty Seven Ginger Headed Sailors.” Wow, the music I listen to is weird.
Dani California is playing on my brother’s computer right now. It’s good, but sad.
Getting born in the state of Mississippi
Papa was a copper and mama was a hippie
In Alabama she was swinging hammer
Price you gotta pay when you pick the panorama
She never knew that there was anything more than poor
What in the world? What does your confidant take me for?
Black bandanna, sweet Louisiana
robbing on a bank in the state of Indiana
She’s a runner, rebel and a stunner
Coming every way saying baby whatcha gonna
Lookin’ down the barrel of a hot metal forty five
Just another way to survive
California rest in peace
Simultaneous release
California show your teeth
She’s my priestess, I’m your priest
She’s a lover baby and a fighter
Should of seen her coming when it got a little brighter
With a name like Dani California
Knew there was a day I was gonna mourn ya
A little lonely, she was stealing another breath
I love my baby to death
California rest in peace
Simultaneous release
California show your teeth
She’s my priestess, I’m your priest
Who knew the other side of you?
Who knew that all this tired to prove
Too true to say good bye to you
Too true to say say say..
Was the baiter gifted and a made her
One for the now and eleven for the later
Never made it up to Minnesota
North Dakota man was a gunning for the quota
Down in the valley she was saving the best for last
It only hurts when I laugh
Goin’ too fast..
California rest in peace
Simultaneous release,
California show your teeth,
She’s my priestess, I’m your priest
California rest in peace
Simultaneous release,
California show your teeth,
She’s my priestess, I’m your priest
24 – You mean you like 9-year-old chili glop and bacteria-coated chicken wings?
Oh wait I guess that’s what you said
3-(E2MB) You’re very good at making yourself annoying. Oh, and I see not only did you misspell “Rebecca Lasley”, you were trying to annoy her. *splat go the pies*
I don’t see any new lyrics. I don’t think this thread was for writing the lyrics of other songs, annoying or not, but for inspiring others with new lyrics.
All of those other lyrics have made this thread really long. Please note how there are only about 30 posts and the bar on the right of the page for going up and down is as short as the one on the April Showers thread, and they have 236 posts on that thread. Um, Does that mean we get a new song thread every 40 posts? Or are we facing a serious problem here?
29- I don’t think this was just for writing new songs. So I’ll post my all-time favorite song, Stairway to Heaven
Theres a lady whos sure
All that glitters is gold
And shes buying a stairway to heaven.
When she gets there she knows
If the stores are all closed
With a word she can get what she came for.
Ooh, ooh, and shes buying a stairway to heaven.
Theres a sign on the wall
But she wants to be sure
cause you know sometimes words have two meanings.
In a tree by the brook
Theres a songbird who sings,
Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven.
Ooh, it makes me wonder,
Ooh, it makes me wonder.
Theres a feeling I get
When I look to the west,
And my spirit is crying for leaving.
In my thoughts I have seen
Rings of smoke through the trees,
And the voices of those who standing looking.
Ooh, it makes me wonder,
Ooh, it really makes me wonder.
And its whispered that soon
If we all call the tune
Then the piper will lead us to reason.
And a new day will dawn
For those who stand long
And the forests will echo with laughter.
If theres a bustle in your hedgerow
Dont be alarmed now,
Its just a spring clean for the may queen.
Yes, there are two paths you can go by
But in the long run
Theres still time to change the road youre on.
And it makes me wonder.
Your head is humming and it wont go
In case you dont know,
The pipers calling you to join him,
Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow,
And did you know
Your stairway lies on the whispering wind.
And as we wind on down the road
Our shadows taller than our soul.
There walks a lady we all know
Who shines white light and wants to show
How evrything still turns to gold.
And if you listen very hard
The tune will come to you at last.
When all are one and one is all
To be a rock and not to roll.
And shes buying a stairway to heaven.
Song lyrics were starting to clog up the April Showers thread, so I created this thread to accommodate them. Clog away!
30-ooh. i dont so much like the lyrics to that, but the guitar is like so beautiful.
oh wow, that was cool – I wanted to hear “While my guitar gently weeps” and so I opened iTunes and pushed the play button (i have it on shuffle) to listen to stuff while I looked for it, and it took me directly to it. It’s like it read my mind or something.
I look at you all see the love there that’s sleeping
while my guitar gently weeps
I look at the floor and I see it needs sweeping
still my guitar gently weeps
I don’t know why nobody told you
how to unfold your love
I don’t know how someone controlled you
They bought and sold you
I look at the world and I notice it’s turning
while my guitar gently weeps
with every mistake we must surely be learning
still my guitar gently weeps
I don’t know how you were diverted
you were perverted too
I don’t know how you were inverted
no one alerted you
I look at you all see the love there that’s sleeping
while my guitar gently weeps
look at you all
still my guitar gently weeps
25: “Jenny was a friend of mine” by the Killers. I love it; it’s such a powerful, emotional song. If you type it in on youtube there’s some vids of it performed live, and also some users have used the original recording as backround for various home videos. I haven’t listened to any live versions so I don’t know how much different they are.
9-Oh!!! That’s so sad!
Here are a few songs I wrote:
I wrote this one for a close friend of mine…I’m one of the few people she’s ever told about what happens in the song:
Hold On (to be sung like a kind of lullaby, soft, slow, and sweet)
As she looks ’round her room, there’s a shadow in her eyes.
Her mama’s in jail, and no one knows why.
It’s hard for her to sleep, she feels so cold.
There’re no blankets where mama is, or so she’s told.
She hugs her pillow, tells herself it’s alright,
and wonders what mama thought earlier that night.
(Chorus:)
I won’t let go, I’ll keep my hands on the wheel.
I’ll hold on to my pain, ’cause it’s all that I feel.
I look in the mirror, see red and blue lights,
but they’ll never take me without a fight.
She prays to God, “Please keep my mama warm,
and help us to sail through this terrible storm.”
She lays her head down, and she closes her eyes,
and hopes it’s not long till the sun starts to rise.
She hugs her pillow, tells herself it’s alright,
and wonders what mama thought earlier that night.
Chorus
She wakes up next morning, hears mama’s back home.
She’s sleeping in her own bed, and in her own room.
Later on she asks her mom, “What was it like?”,
and her mom tells her what happened early last night.
“I didn’t let go, I kept my hands on the wheel.
I held on to my pain, ’cause it’s all I could feel.
I looked in the mirror, saw red and blue lights,
but before they took me, I put up a fight.”
As she looks ’round her room, there’s a shadow in her eyes.
Her mama was in jail, and now she knows why.
She shivers though she is hugging herself tight,
’cause she knows what happened that night.
The End
This one I wrote when I broke up with a guy:
Changes
I fell too hard, too fast for my own good.
I went too far, as everyone said I should
not have done.
Thought you were the one.
(Chorus:)
Does everything mean anything anymore?
I think I see myself, now, walking out your door.
And though I don’t wanna break your heart,
it seems like we’re growing apart,
and there’s nothing I can do.
I don’t feel what I once felt for you.
I thought that I would never leave you.
I thought that we could make it through
anything.
Thought I’d wear your ring.
Chorus
It’s not something that you did, so don’t think it was.
The only reason I’m leaving you is because
Nothing means anything anymore.
I see myself, now, and I’m walking out your door.
And though I didn’t wanna break your heart,
I know, now, that we’ve grown apart,
and there was nothing I could do.
I don’t feel what I once felt for you.
I fell too hard, too fast for my own good.
The End
And this one was completely randomly out of my head, as a poetry class assignment:
Fairytale
Fairytale
Once upon a time, I was happy,
‘Cause once upon a time, I had you.
Now I don’t know what
happiness is, but,
I know I’m not livin’ life, just driftin’ through
(Chorus:)
On my own,
Stranded, alone,
Without anyone by my side.
That’s why I need
To beg and plead
To be yours, like I tried to do…
I need you.
Before you left, I was secure.
I knew nothin’ was wrong.
But since you been gone,
I can’t go on,
And I know that I’m just not strong enough to be
Chorus
All that I’ve done since you left is cried.
I ain’t done nothin’ more.
So, baby, please,
Don’t leave!
Don’t you dare set your last foot out that door, because I’m
Chorus
Just you…just you…just you…I need you.
The End
Anyway, those are the songs I’ve finished…I’ve started others, but they’re not done, yet…I hope to finish them, someday. Will you guys please tell me what you think of these, though?
The GAPAs should move the lyrics from the random thread to this one, as someone complained about them making pages too long. I believe that it was E2MB, who makes pages huge with his smiley armies.
35: I’m confused on the first one. Did the mom go to jail for speeding or something? The second one is sad,
. Have you written the melodies for these yet? If not, I would suggest for the second one to try and make it very memorable (for lack of a better word) so it’s not a cliche. The last one is also sad… Shadowk, are you depressed? 
I like how you worked in the theme of a fairytale. The first staza reminded me of the theme of “The Bean Eaters” by Gwendolyn Brooks.
35-Nice! I can’t think of what I want to write a song about, never mind the actual lyrics! Have any ideas, guys?
The shoulder that I leaned on was carved out of stone
But when I’m done freezing I want to be alone
Never want my hand cut off
Never want a hacking cough
Never need a cliffside push
Never turn my brain to mush
Always give me what I lack
Always take the best parts back
Always recognize your fate
Always just a moment late
Left is where I always turn
Left is how I’m forced to learn
Left the route my walking takes
Left alone with my mistakes
Up against the person who
Up ’til now I never knew
Up from hell the answer blew
Up or down its up to you
Drop me off the chinese wall
And peel my fingers off the rim
I come unglued while in midair and land to reform
Limb by limb
And I am taken far away…
Lingering slowly melting away
And I am taken far away…
Tossed with the salad and baled with the hay
And I am taken far away…
Pooling the water that drips from above
And I am taken far away…
Trampled by lambs and pecked by the doves
Drop me off the chinese wall
And peel my fingers off the rim
I come unglued while in midair and land to reform
Limb by limb
(29) Sois tranquille, M. le Faucon! Having been the eldest sibling of two brothers and the only female instructor in a summer camp for boys, I can vouch that my nerves have been tested by professionals.
Oh, and my theme song for today…probablly never do anything by BNL. i’m in a lazy mood.
8: 8th Commandment!! Coincidence?
See if anyone recognizes these:
Uro si tovo keitone, e’brgant tovo bargo
Toge si se met snibi, staj si borso anda
Cuonos be toi se – immi spakto…
Cuonos be toi se – vo tovo vida
Veno ap tovo albeis, veno ap de bejos
Veno ap oljo trano, cu tov’ aljo aunio
Cuonos be toi se – immi spakto…
Cuonos be toi se – vo tovo vida
Carao toi tecos tersos
Canumi uis an devo
So bado at ne ti se
Imon coimo elvetie
Pretty hard. I’ve mentioned the band a few times… Ok, this one’s easier:
We rode the rivers of the Eastern trail,
Deep in the land of the Rus’.
Following the wind in our sails,
And the rhythm of the oars.
No shelter in this hostile land,
Constantly on guard.
Ready to fight and defend
Our ship ‘til the bitter end.
We came under attack,
I received a deadly wound.
A spear was forced into my back
Still I fought on.
When I am dead,
Lay me in a mound.
Raise a stone for all to see
Runes carved to my memory
Now here I lay on the river bank
A long, long way from home
Life is pouring out of me
Soon I will be gone.
I tilt my head to the side
And think of those back home
I see the river rushing by
Like blood runs from my wound.
Here I lie on wet sand,
I will not make it home.
I clinch my sword in my hand,
Say farewell to those I love.
When I am dead,
Lay me in a mound.
Place my weapons by my side
For the journey to Hall up high
When I am dead,
Lay me in a mound.
Raise a stone for all to see
Runes carved to my memory
I’m sitting on a cornflake, waiting for the van to come…
Yellow matter custard dripping from a dead dog’s eye
The Walrus was Paul
No, i am the walrus. Gosh. Me. Me me me me me!
40-Ouch. Poor GAPA. I’ve only got one lb, and that’s enough and a half.
Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da Lyrics
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Send The Beatles polyphonic ringtone to your cell phone
Desmond has a barrow in the market place…
Molly is the singer in a band…
Desmond says to Molly “girl I like your face”
And Molly says this as she takes him by the hand…
Obladi oblada life goes on brahhh…
Lala how the life goes on…
Obladi Oblada life goes on brahhh…
Lala how the life goes on.
Desmond takes a trolley to the jewelry store…
Buys a twenty carat golden ring… (Golden ring)
Takes it back to Molly waiting at the door…
And as he gives it to her she begins to sing… (Sing)
Obladi oblada life goes on brahhh…
Lala how the life goes on…
Obladi Oblada life goes on brahhh…
Lala how the life goes on.
In a couple of years they have built a home sweet home,
With a couple of kids running in the yard,
Of Desmond and Molly Jones… (Ha ha ha ha ha)
Happy ever after in the market place…
Desmond lets the children lend a hand…
Molly stays at home and does her pretty face…
And in the evening she still sings it with the band…
Obladi oblada life goes on brahhh…
Lala how the life goes on…
Obladi Oblada life goes on brahhh…
Lala how the life goes on.
In a couple of years they have built a home sweet home,
With a couple of kids running in the yard,
Of Desmond and Molly Jones… (Ha ha ha ha ha)
Happy ever after in the market place…
Desmond lets the children lend a hand…
Molly stays at home and does his pretty face…
And in the evening she’s a singer with the band…
(Yeah), Obladi oblada life goes on brahhh…
Lala how the life goes on…
(Yeah), Obladi Oblada life goes on brahhh…
Lala how the life goes on.
And if you want some fun…take Ob-la-di-bla-da (Thank you)
My theme song for today: I, again, don’t know.
When I went on the computer again today, and refreshed this page, there were a lot of depressing lyrics, and that makes me think of the saddest song ever(in my opinion), Museum Of Idiots.
They built this whole neighborhood
out of wood, out of wood.
I guess I’ll still be around
when they burn, burn it down.
I will be standing around when they burn it down…
Here in the Museum of Idiots.
Honey, I’m there when you need me,
please believe me, please believe me.
I’ll still be right where you left me,
if you manage to forget me.
Where we met is where you may forget.
Here in the Museum of Idiots.
If you and I had any brains, we wouldn’t be in this place.
Chop me up into pieces
if it pleases, if it pleases.
And when the chopping is through,
every piece will say “I love you.”
Every piece of me will say “I love you.”
Here in the Museum of Idiots.
Every piece of me will say “I love you, you, you”
Here in the Museum of Idiots.
43- sitting in an English garden, waiting for the sun
if the sun don’t come you get your tan from standing in the English rain
I am the eggman
they are the eggman
I am the walrus goo goo ga choo
expert texpert choking smokers
don’t you think the joker laughs at you?
see how they smile like pigs in a sty
see how they fly
I’m crying
“I was a painting,
Quiet and unseen,
i lived in stories
but inside i kept a mystery
I was a starling,
nobody’s darling,
lying in in perfect circles
just for company.
And now I’m ready,
And now I’m ready
and now I’m ready to be
extraordinary…”
“Extraordinary” By Mandy Moore
DON’T LAUGH, IT’S A GOOD SONG.
36 – I don’t fill up the featured thread of MuseBlog with spam. I go to more zany threads, where people are allowed to be crazy. (And besides, getting those songs stuck in your head is damn annyoing.)
IF ANYONE CAN GUESS THE TITLE TO THIS SONG I WILL PERSONALLY COME FIND THEM AND HUG THEM!!!
“When you’re feeling
sad and low
we will take you
where you gotta go.
Smiling, dancing,
everything is free,
all you need is positivity…”
IF I SAY THE REST I WILL SPOIL IT SO GUESS AWAY!!!!
(51) Interesting point of view.
51- It’s not spam. It was on the random thread, and in fact started because people were talking about Pinball, so someone posted part of Piball Wizard. I eventually completed it, and then Rebecca complained, so I posted more lyrics.
Ever since I was a young boy/I’ve played the silver ball./From Soho down to Brighton/I must’ve played them all/But I ain’t seen nothing like him/In any amusement hall/That deaf, dumb, and blind kid/sure plays a mean pinball.
He stands like a statue/becomes part of the machine/feeling all the bumpers/always plays it clean/plays by intuition/the digit counters fall/that deaf, dumb, and blind kid sure plays a mean pinball.
He’s a pinball wizard/there has to be a twist/a pinball wizard’s got such a supple wrist.
How do you think he does it?/I don’t know/What makes him so good?
Ain’t got no distractions/can’t hear no buzzers and bells/don’t see no lights a-flashing/plays by sense of smell/always gets a replay/never seen him fall/that deaf, dumb, and blind kid sure plays a mean pinball.
I thought I was the Bally table king/ but I just handed my pinball crown to him.
Even on my favourite table/he can beat my best/his disciples lead him in/and he just does the rest/he’s got crazy little fingers/never seen him fall/that deaf, dumb, and blind kid sure plays a mean pinball.
No one knows what its like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes
No one knows what its like
To be hated
To be fated
To telling only lies
But my dreams
They arent as empty
As my conscience seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
Thats never free
No one knows what its like
To feel these feelings
Like I do
And I blame you
No one bites back as hard
On their anger
None of my pain and woe
Can show through
But my dreams
They arent as empty
As my conscience seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
Thats never free
When my fist clenches, crack it open
Before I use it and lose my cool
When I smile, tell me some bad news
Before I laugh and act like a fool
If I swallow anything evil
Put your finger down my throat
If I shiver, please give me a blanket
Keep me warm, let me wear your coat
No one knows what its like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes
Look, he’s crawling up my wall
Black and hairy, very small
Now he’s up above my head
Hanging by a little thread
Boris the spider
Boris the spider
Now he’s dropped on to the floor
Heading for the bedroom door
Maybe he’s as scared as me
Where’s he gone now, I can’t see
Boris the spider
Boris the spider
Creepy, crawly
Creepy, crawly
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly
There he is wrapped in a ball
Doesn’t seem to move at all
Perhaps he’s dead, I’ll just make sure
Pick this book up off the floor
Boris the spider
Boris the spider
Creepy, crawly
Creepy, crawly
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly
He’s come to a sticky end
Don’t think he will ever mend
Never more will he crawl ’round
He’s embedded in the ground
Boris the spider
Boris the spider
People try to put us d-down (Talkin’ ’bout my generation)
Just because we get around (Talkin’ ’bout my generation)
Things they do look awful c-c-cold (Talkin’ ’bout my generation)
I hope I die before I get old (Talkin’ ’bout my generation)
This is my generation
This is my generation, baby
Why don’t you all f-fade away (Talkin’ ’bout my generation)
And don’t try to dig what we all s-s-say (Talkin’ ’bout my generation)
I’m not trying to cause a big s-s-sensation (Talkin’ ’bout my generation)
I’m just talkin’ ’bout my g-g-g-generation (Talkin’ ’bout my generation)
This is my generation
This is my generation, baby
Why don’t you all f-fade away (Talkin’ ’bout my generation)
And don’t try to d-dig what we all s-s-say (Talkin’ ’bout my generation)
I’m not trying to cause a b-big s-s-sensation (Talkin’ ’bout my generation)
I’m just talkin’ ’bout my g-g-generation (Talkin’ ’bout my generation)
This is my generation
This is my generation, baby
People try to put us d-down (Talkin’ ’bout my generation)
Just because we g-g-get around (Talkin’ ’bout my generation)
Things they do look awful c-c-cold (Talkin’ ’bout my generation)
Yeah, I hope I die before I get old (Talkin’ ’bout my generation)
This is my generation
This is my generation, baby
Only love
Can make it rain
The way the beach is kissed by the sea
Only love
Can make it rain
Like the sweat of lovers
Laying in the fields.
Love, Reign o’er me
Love, Reign o’er me, rain on me
Only love
Can bring the rain
That makes you yearn to the sky
Only love
Can bring the rain
That falls like tears from on high
Love Reign O’er me
On the dry and dusty road
The nights we spend apart alone
I need to get back home to cool cool rain
I can’t sleep and I lay and I think
The night is hot and black as ink
Oh God, I need a drink of cool cool rain
53 – You should know what I mean.
Theme song for today…
Disillusion’s Reel
Every time I try to understand
The meaning hidden deep into my heart
I crumble down, the taste of losing all
Is always bitter when I sip from my cold blood
Losing what when there is nothing much to gain?
Oh stop yourself, and have a thought
Watch your life
Mother earth is there, emotionless to your eyes
You can love her sons, but at the end you´re all alone
Come and dance this reel, disillusion´s for real
Stop yourself for god´s sake, try to take a look at yourself
How can you pretend of having my faith
Of gaining all the respect and the love that I can give
I even hardly believe in myself
Where is the tunnel white, they told me of?
Losing what when there is nothing much to gain?
Stop yourself and have a thought
Watch your life
Mother earth is there, emotionless to your eyes
You can love her sons, but at the end you´re all alone
Come and dance this reel, disillusion´s for real
Stop yourself for god´s sake, try to take a look at yourself
take a look at yourself…
take a look at yourself…
just take a look at yourself
Awwwwwwwwwwwww, is E2MB getting upset?
54 – Long post.
Is that good or bad coming from you?
Neither. I was just making an observation.
oh
potato pie
Glassboro, I think ONE round of “Pinball Wizard” is enough.
I don’t.
Ever since I was a young boy/I’ve played the silver ball./From Soho down to Brighton/I must’ve played them all/But I ain’t seen nothing like him/In any amusement hall/That deaf, dumb, and blind kid/sure plays a mean pinball.
He stands like a statue/becomes part of the machine/feeling all the bumpers/always plays it clean/plays by intuition/the digit counters fall/that deaf, dumb, and blind kid sure plays a mean pinball.
He’s a pinball wizard/there has to be a twist/a pinball wizard’s got such a supple wrist.
How do you think he does it?/I don’t know/What makes him so good?
Ain’t got no distractions/can’t hear no buzzers and bells/don’t see no lights a-flashing/plays by sense of smell/always gets a replay/never seen him fall/that deaf, dumb, and blind kid sure plays a mean pinball.
I thought I was the Bally table king/ but I just handed my pinball crown to him.
Even on my favourite table/he can beat my best/his disciples lead him in/and he just does the rest/he’s got crazy little fingers/never seen him fall/that deaf, dumb, and blind kid sure plays a mean pinball.
You do know that I don’t hate you, right?
Go to Youtube and search for pinball wizard. it has videos of Tommy.
(64) Gak! I go offline for five minutes and this is what happens! You’d think there’d be more solidarity among GAPAs….
You do know that I don’t hate you either, right?
I think so.
Ever since I was a young boy/I’ve played the silver ball./From Soho down to Brighton/I must’ve played them all/But I ain’t seen nothing like him/In any amusement hall/That deaf, dumb, and blind kid/sure plays a mean pinball.
He stands like a statue/becomes part of the machine/feeling all the bumpers/always plays it clean/plays by intuition/the digit counters fall/that deaf, dumb, and blind kid sure plays a mean pinball.
He’s a pinball wizard/there has to be a twist/a pinball wizard’s got such a supple wrist.
How do you think he does it?/I don’t know/What makes him so good?
Ain’t got no distractions/can’t hear no buzzers and bells/don’t see no lights a-flashing/plays by sense of smell/always gets a replay/never seen him fall/that deaf, dumb, and blind kid sure plays a mean pinball.
I thought I was the Bally table king/ but I just handed my pinball crown to him.
Even on my favourite table/he can beat my best/his disciples lead him in/and he just does the rest/he’s got crazy little fingers/never seen him fall/that deaf, dumb, and blind kid sure plays a mean pinball.
Hmmmmmmmm. I’ll try again.
Ever since I was a young boy/I’ve played the silver ball./From Soho down to Brighton/I must’ve played them all/But I ain’t seen nothing like him/In any amusement hall/That deaf, dumb, and blind kid/sure plays a mean pinball.
He stands like a statue/becomes part of the machine/feeling all the bumpers/always plays it clean/plays by intuition/the digit counters fall/that deaf, dumb, and blind kid sure plays a mean pinball.
He’s a pinball wizard/there has to be a twist/a pinball wizard’s got such a supple wrist.
How do you think he does it?/I don’t know/What makes him so good?
Ain’t got no distractions/can’t hear no buzzers and bells/don’t see no lights a-flashing/plays by sense of smell/always gets a replay/never seen him fall/that deaf, dumb, and blind kid sure plays a mean pinball.
I thought I was the Bally table king/ but I just handed my pinball crown to him.
Even on my favourite table/he can beat my best/his disciples lead him in/and he just does the rest/he’s got crazy little fingers/never seen him fall/that deaf, dumb, and blind kid sure plays a mean pinball.
I wonder if Rebecca hates me yet?
alone on a train, aimless with wonder/ an outdated map crumpled in my pocket/ but I didn’t care where I was going/ they’re all different names for the same place
the coast dissappeared when the sea drwoned the sun/ I knew no words to share with anyone/ the boundaries of language I quietly cursed/ and all the different names for the same thing
does anyone else like that song?
it was 100 degrees as we sat beneath a willow tree whose tears didn’t care, they just hung in the air and refused to fall, to fall/ and i knew i’d made a horrible call and now the state line felt like the berlin wall and there was no doubt about which side i was on/cuz i built you a home in my heart/ with rotten wood, and it decayed from the start
and you can’t find nothing at all if there was nothing there all along/ no you cant find nothing at all if there was nothing there all along
i braved treacherous streets and kids strung out on homemade speed and we shared a bed in which i could not sleep at all/ cuz that night the sun in retreat made the skyline look like crooked teeth in the mouth of a man who was devouring us both/youre so cute when youre slurring your speech/but theyre closing the bar and the want us to leave
and you cant find nothing at all if there was nothing there all along/ no you cant find nothin at all if there was nothin there all along
im a war of head vs. heart, its always this way/ my head is weak, my heart always speaks before i know what it will say
and you cant find nothing at all if there was nothing there all along/ no you cant find nothin at all if there was nothin there all along
there were churches, theme parks and malls/there was nothin there all along
the saddest song ever is “what sarah said” by DCfC (death cab for cutie)
and it came to me then that everyplan was a tiny prayer to Father time/ as i stared at me shoes in thte ICU that reeked of pss and 409/ and i rationed my breaths as i said to myself that id already taken to much today/ as each descending peak on the LCD took you a little farther away from me
amongst the vending machines and year old magazines in a place where we only say goodbye/ it stung like a violent wind that our memory depends on a faulty camera in our minds/ and i knew that you were the truth i would rather ose than to have never lain beside at all/ and i looked around at all the eyes on the ground as the TV entertained itslef
cuz theres no comfort in the waiting room/ just nervous pacers bracing for bad news/ and the nurse comes round, and everyone’ll lift their head/ but im thinking of what sarah said/ “Love id watching someone die.”
So who’s gonna watch you die?/ who’s gonna watch you die?
Umm…
Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
caught in a landslide
escape from reality
open your eyes,
look up to the skies and see
I’m just a poor boy,
I need no sympathy,
Because I’m Easy Come, Easy Go
Little High, Little Low,
Any way the wind blows,
doesn’t really matter to me,
to me.
Mama, just killed a man
put a gun against his head,
pulled my trigger now he’s dead
mama, life had just begun
and now I’ve gone and thrown it all away
Mama, ooooooh
if I’m not back again this time tomorrow
Carry On, carry on.
as if nothing really matters
Too Late, my time has come
send shivers down my spine
body’s achin all the time
good bye, everybody,
I’ve got to go
Gotta leave you all behind
and face the truth
Mama, ooooh
I don’t wanna die,
Sometimes wish I’d never been born at all,
I see a little silhouetto of a man
SCADAMOOSH! SCADAMOOSH!
will you do the fandango,
Thunderbolt and lightning,
very very frightening ME!
galileo, galileo, galileo galileo,
Galileo figaro,
Magnificoooooo
I’m just a poor boy, nobody loves me!
HE’S JUST A POOR BOY, FROM A POOR FAMILY
SPARE HIM HIS LIFE FROM THIS MONSTROSITY!
Easy Come, Easy Go, Will you let me go
Bismillah, NO! We will not let you go,
LET HIM GO!
Bismillah NO! We will not let you go
Let Him go!
We will not let you go,
Let him go
will not let you go!
Let him gooooooooo
No No No No No NO NO!
Mama Mia Mama Mia
Mama Mia let me go!
Beezlebub has a devil put aside for me, for me, for MEEEEE!!!
So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye?
So you think you can love me and leave me to die?
No Baby, Can you listen to me baby,
Just gotta get out, just gotta get right out of here
Nothing really matters,
Anyone can see,
Nothing really matters,
Nothing really matters
To me….
Any way the wind blows..
71- What about Gloomy Sunday? It’s supposed to be so sad people commit suicide after hearing it withought having had any previous plans to do so.
72- Wow. Is that all of Bohemian Rhapsody?
“(*Fin)” — Anberlin
Feels like I’m miles from here
in other towns
with lesser names where
The unholy ghost doesn’t tell
Mary or William exactly what they want to hear.
You remember the house on Ridge Road
Told you and the devil to both just leave me alone.
If this is salvation I can show you the trembling.
You’ll just have to trust me.
I’m scared.
I am the patron saint of lost causes.
Aren’t we all to you just mere lost causes?
Are we all to you just lost?
Tommy, you’re left behind
something you’ll mean everything right before you die.
What if you gain the whole world?
You’ve already lost four little souls from your life.
Widows and orphans aren’t hard to find
They’re home missing daddy who’s saving the abandoned tonight.
Wish your drinking would hurry and kill you,
Sympathy’s better than having to tell you the truth.
That you are the patron saint of lost causes
All you are to them is now a lost cause
All you are to them is now cause lost…
Billy, don’t you understand?
Timothy stood as long as he could and now
you made his faith disappear,
more like a magician
and less like a man of the cloth.
We’re not questioning God,
Just those he chose to carry on his cause.
We’ll grow better, you’ll see
Just all of us, the lost causes.
Aren’t we all to you just lost causes?
Aren’t we all to you lost?
Patron saint, are we all lost like you?
Patron saint, are we all lost like you?
Patron saint, are we all lost like you?
Patron saint, are we all lost like you?
37-Drunk driving…and yes, I’ve written the melodies for them. I’m glad you like them.
But I’m not depressed…I just get kind of sad, sometimes (you know how it is), and I find it easiest to write songs when I’m sad or angry, because those are stronger emotions. I started to write happier songs, but never really finished them.
38-Thanks! If you want to write songs, well, it’s a lot like poetry (it pretty much is, just with a tune and a rhythm), and it’s easiest to write them when you feel really strongly about something, you know?
Oh, BTW, Qtipzz, are you new? If so, have a pie. *pies*
You know what song is stuck in my head? Toad’s Special Day. That’s what I get for watching Masterpiece Theatre.
72-That’d be “Scaramouche” not “SCADAMOOSH” Scaramouche is i believe of muse-ish fame from the swordfighting movie reviews. Or maybe i just made that up. But i’m pretty sure it was in there.
You walk out on the high wire
You’re a dancer on thin ice
You pay no heed to the danger
And less to advice
Your footsteps are forbidden
But with knowledge of your sin
You throw your love to all the strangers
And caution to the wind
And you go dancing through doorways
Just to see what you will find
Leaving nothing to interfere
With the crazy balance of your mind
And when you finally reappear
At the place where you came in
Youre thrown your love to all the strangers
And caution to the wind
It takes love over gold
And mind over matter
To do what you to that you must
When the things that you hold
Can fall and be shattered
Or run through your fingers like dust
Ebeth- That’s really cool. Here’s what wikipedia has to say about Scaramouche:
Scaramouche in History
Historically, Scaramouche (real name was Tiberio Fiorilli) was an actor born in Naples, Italy in 1608. He was a member of Commedia dell’Arte and was a contemporary of Molière. He died in 1694.
Scaramouche in popular culture
The rock group Queen refers to Scaramouche in the song “Bohemian Rhapsody” written by the late Freddie Mercury:
I see a little silhouetto of a man
Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the fandango?
Thunderbolt and lightning, very very frightening me …
Scaramouche is also the name of the lead female role in the Queen musical We Will Rock You.
the words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
I just bought Cassadaga, the newest album by Bright Eyes. Oh I love the lyrics Conor Oberst writes…
Cleanse Song
Hear the chimes, did you know that the wind when it blows
It is older than Rome and all of this sorrow
See the new pyramids down in old Manhattan
From the roof of a friend’s I watched an empire ending
Heard it loud and long the river’s Om
Time marching on to a madman’s drum
Don’t forget what you’ve learned all you give is returned
And if life seems absurd what you need is some laughter
And a season to sleep and a place to get clean
Maybe Los Angeles, somewhere no one is expecting
On a detox loft through a Glendale Park over sidewalk chalk
Someone wrote in red, “start over”
So I muffled my scream on an Oxnard beach
Full of fever dreams that scare you sober
Into saltless dinners
Take the fruit from the tree, break the skin with your teeth
Is it bitter or sweet? All depends on your timing
Like a meeting of chance with the train station glance
Many lifetimes had past in a instant reminded
Of a millstone house in a seaside town
When your heart gave out in a mission bed
So your wife gave birth to a funeral dirge
You woke up purged as a wailing infant
In Krug Thep, Thailand
Hear the chimes, did you know that the wind when it blows
It is older than Rome and our joy and our sorrow
One of my friends sings this constantly. Don’t ask why.
I’m the only gay Eskimo
I’m the only one I know
I’m the only gay Eskimo
In my tribe
I go out seal hunting with my best friend Tarka
But all want to do is get into his parka
I’m the only gay Eskimo
In my tribe
Well me and Muk-Fluk-Chuk-Buk
We both like blubber
But me I’ve got this crazy fetish for rubber
I’m the only gay Eskimo
In my tribe
I make a wish on the Northern Lights
That I can find a decent pair of whaleskin tights
I’m the only gay Eskimo
In my tribe
And the seals they sing now…
These cold winter nights
Are taking their toll
I even get excited when I see the North Pole
See the North Pole…
I’m the only gay Eskimo
Only gay Eskimo
I’m the only one I know
The only one I know-oh-oh-oh
I’m the only gay Eskimo
In my tribe.
*realizes there is no profanity and laughs*
Wow, so this is what it’s like to be famous for a while.
Okay cool. My last comment was totally random, and anyway, this is my first time here on MB. So… Song lyrics. What the heck is that supposed to mean? I guess we just discuss it. Do any of you know songs with terrible lyrics, or at least badly sung ones? (There goes nothing.)
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!
I’ve got “Squeeze box” by The Who stuck in my head! And I’ve only been awake for half an hour, without listening to it. I’ll try to make you share my misery.
Mama’s got a squeeze box
She wears on her chest
And when Daddy comes home
He never gets no rest
‘Cause she’s playing all night
And the music’s all right
Mama’s got a squeeze box
Daddy never sleeps at night
Well the kids don’t eat
And the dog can’t sleep
There’s no escape from the music
In the whole damn street
‘Cause she’s playing all night
And the music’s all right
Mama’s got a squeeze box
Daddy never sleeps at night
She goes in and out and in and out and in and out and in and out
She’s playing all night
And the music’s all tight
Mama’s got a squeeze box
Daddy never sleeps at night
She goes, squeeze me, come on and squeeze me
Come on and tease me like you do
I’m so in love with you
Mama’s got a squeeze box
Daddy never sleeps at night
She goes in and out and in and out and in and out and in and out
‘Cause she’s playing all night
And the music’s all right
Mama’s got a squeeze box
Daddy never sleeps at night
I have that song ‘Girlfriend’ by Avril Lavigne stuck in my head. Urgg…
Fine, Museum of Idiots is the saddest song I’ve heard.
My song for today: Contrecoup, because it’s stuck in my head now. Or maybe Am I Awake?, because it was my alarm clock and it got stuck in my head most of the morning. But I am awake, so that will be my song of the day sometime I’m tired.
Contrecoup:
You know what’s wrong with me
You know phrenology
You saw my injury
You can tell just by looking at my skull
Contrecoup, on the rebound
Contrecoup hurt me again
And the second was worse by far than the first
‘Cause it made me limerent
When my head was hit
I bounced away from it
Or as someone who is craniosophic would say
The brain went the opposite way
Contrecoup, on the rebound
Contrecoup hurt me again
And the second was worse by far than the first
‘Cause the first just left me feeling inert
But the contrecoup woke my feelings for you
And it left me limerent
Am I Awake?:
Am I awake?
What time is it?
When I get through this day
Can someone tell me how
And how much longer now
Am I awake?
The coffee’s cold, did I forget to drink it yet?
Did I forget?
My clothes are wet I don’t remember drinking it
When I get through this part
Will the next one be the same?
Will I be wondering
If I’m awake?
These are not the clothes I had on when I went to bed
And something else besides my hair is growing from my head
And when I close my eyes it looks the same as when I open them again
Am I awake?
What time is it?
Is it that time again?
Wasn’t it already then?
So does it have to be
The time it was again?
When I get through the day
Can’t someone tell me how
And how much longer now
Am I awake?
Am I awake?
When I get through this day
Can someone tell me how
And how much longer now
Am I awake?
When I get through this day
Can someone tell me how
And how much longer now
Am I awake?
72- SQUEE.
73- It’s probably sadder in the original language, if you understand it? I dunno, I could post the translation…
83- “But all I want to do is get into his parka.” LoveIt.
Hmm, LP’s new song:
In this farewell,
There’s no blood,
There’s no alibi.
‘Cause I’ve drawn regret,
From the truth,
Of a thousand lies.
So let mercy come,
And wash away…
What I’ve Done.
I’ll face myself,
To cross out what I’ve become.
Erase myself,
And let go of what I’ve done.
Put to rest,
What you thought of me.
While I clean this slate,
With the hands,
Of uncertainty.
So let mercy come,
And wash away…
What I’ve Done.
I’ll face myself,
To cross out what I’ve become.
Erase myself,
And let go of what I’ve done.
For What I’ve Done
I’ll start again,
And whatever pain may come.
Today this ends,
I’m forgiving what I’ve done.
I’ll face myself,
To cross out what I’ve become.
Erase myself,
And let go of what I’ve done.
What I’ve done.
Forgiving What I’ve Done.
Yeah, I Googled it and C/Ped. So I’m a lazy with typing…
Wheee…
Couldn’t resist posting this one:
Still don’t know what I was waiting for
And my time was running wild
A million dead-end streets and
Every time I thought I’d got it made
It seemed the taste was not so sweet
So I turned myself to face me
But I’ve never caught a glimpse
Of how the others must see the faker
I’m much too fast to take that test
Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes
Turn and face the strange
(Ch-ch-Changes)
Don’t want to be a richer man
Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes
Turn and face the strange
(Ch-ch-Changes)
Just gonna have to be a different man
Time may change me
But I can’t trace time
I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
So the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They’re quite aware of what they’re going through
Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes
Turn and face the strange
(Ch-ch-Changes)
Don’t tell them to grow up and out of it
Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes
Turn and face the stranger
(Ch-ch-Changes)
Where’s your shame
You’ve left us up to our necks in it
Time may change me
But you can’t trace time
Strange fascination, fascinating me
Ah changes are taking the pace I’m going through
Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes
(Turn and face the strange)
Ch-ch-Changes
Oh, look out you rock ‘n rollers
Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes
(Turn and face the strange)
Ch-ch-Changes
Pretty soon now you’re gonna get older
Time may change me
But I can’t trace time
I said that time may change me
But I can’t trace time
i like reason by fonogenico or who not.
sakasama no chou by SNoW
hajime chitose-kataritsugu koto
life is like a boat by Yui
too lazy to type any lyrics
• THE LLAMA SONG
Here’s a llama there’s a llama, and another little llama
fuzzy llama, funny llama, llama llama duck
llama llama cheesecake llama, tablet brick potato llama, llama llama mushroom llama, llama llama duck
I was once a treehouse, I lived in a cake, but I never saw the way the orange slayed the rake. I was only three years dead, but it told a tale, and now listen little child to the safety rail
did you ever see a llama, kiss a llama, on the llama, llama’s llama, tastes of llama, llama llama duck
half a llama, twice the llama, not a llama, farmer llama, llama in a car, alarm a llama llama duck
is that how it’s told now
is it all so old
is it made of lemon juice, doorknob ankle cold
now my song is getting thin, I’ve run out of luck
time for me to retire now and become a duck
repeat!
91- Butterfly Boucher!! I was just going to post a song by her!
A Beautiful Book
The tree
That wanted to be
A beautiful book
It would die
If that’s what it took…aahhh
The sand
That went to see
So much more
Help the blind
Find what they were looking for..aahhh
The bird
Who could sing
A soothing tune
To wake the dead and let life back in…aahhh
Well everything’s
Full of dreams for one thing…woo hooo and everything’s
Full of dreams for reasons…woo hoo
In the shade
Of the woods
Sat a bear
Who wanted to be
A poets coat… aahhh
Another tree
Who wanted to be
A sturdy boat
On the gentle sea…aahhh
Well everything’s
Full of derams for one thing…woo hoo
And everything’s
Full of dreams for reasons…woo hoo Everything’s
Full of dreams
There was a book that took the world by storm a writer’s sight found and written down
A fur coat…a sturdy boat… a sprouting shoot… a sprouting soul… and still the quill… goes on and on…and still
The quill goes on and ooooooooooon
Well everything’s
Full of dreams for one thing…woo hoo
And everything’s
Full of dreams for reasons…woo hoo
And everything’s
Full of dreams for one thing Woo Hoo…
So keep dreaming
90- Well, it was origianally written in Hungarian. Despite having Hungarian heritage, I don’t speak a single word, so I think a translation would be your best bet.
93- THE LLAMA SONG!
(94) Not quite. Butterfly Boucher did a cover of David Bowie’s original.
96- Oh. She’s twhere I remember hearing it first. It’s a good song anyway.
Hmm.
Translation of the song “Utakata” (Ephemeral) by Kagrra. This is a simply beautiful song, and if you listen to one of my recommendations, let it be this one. -_- Seriously, watch the video on YouTube or something, even if you’re not a fan the use of the traditional koto and the traditional themes just work so well. (Also not that here desire is more like a wish for something. At least that’s how I interpret it from the original Japanese, though I didn’t translate this….) The translated lyrics don’t do it justice. adfhjadkhad.
Desire pours down on you
Beyond sorrow
If ever we met once more
I would think of your tears
Time flows by
Remembering things from a distant past
On that day the stars
Sparkled more than anything
And I felt eternity
Desire pours down on you
Beyond sorrow
If ever we met once more
I would think of your tears
These fragile scattered thoughts
Brilliant like a flower in full bloom
However,often we pass the seasons by
I’m sure you can hear my voice
Meeting and parting
However,much we look back it’s already washed away
By tears,and when
Will they flow so much i will drown
By thoughts of you
Desire pours down on you
At the end of our fate
If ever we met once more
I believe in these feelings i am singing of
These fragile scattered thoughts
Brilliant like a flower in full bloom
However,often we pass the seasons by
I’m sure you can hear my voice
If i had wings on my back
I would follow you
On the thread of my memory
And hold you once more
Desire pours down on you
Beyond sorrow
hey! it disapeared!
*reposts*
[Redisappears. The Administrators aren’t fond of this song.]
What song? Pinball Wizard?
99-whyever not?
What song is it?
I’ve never even heard of it…I know the game, but a song?
It’s from The Who’s rock opera, Tommy. See post 68.
102- vicinity of obscenity, by system of a down. personally, i think it has very muserly lyrics. really. its like the llama song. except not annoying, and a real song. banana banana banana banana banana terracotta pie!!!!!!!!!!
Making fiends, Making fiends, Vendetta’s always making fiends, making fiends, while Charlotte makes friends.
This is the song that never ends, it just goes on and on my friends, some people started singing it, not knowing what it was, and they’ll just keep on singing it forever just because This is the song that never ends, it just goes on and on my friends, some people started singing it, not knowing what it was, and they’ll just keep on singing it forever just because This is the song that never ends, it just goes on and on my friends, some people started singing it, not knowing what it was, and they’ll just keep on singing it forever just because This is the song that never ends, it just goes on and on my friends, some people started singing it, not knowing what it was, and they’ll just keep on singing it forever just because This is the song that never ends, it just goes on and on my friends, some people started singing it, not knowing what it was, and they’ll just keep on singing it forever just because This is the song that never ends.
When I was younger, so much younger, younger than today, never needed anybody’s help in any way.
now i will tell you what i’ve done for you…fifteen thousand tears i’ve cried…screaming, decieving, and bleeding for you…but you, still won’t hear me…goin’ under…now tormented daily, defeated by you, just when i thought i’d reached the bottom…time, again…goin’ under…
more to come. htat was Going Under by Evanescence. one uv my fav songs.
I love Queen, so I had to post my fav.
She keeps Moet et Chandon
In her pretty cabinet
‘Let them eat cake’ she says
Just like Marie Antoinet
building a remedy
For Kruschev and Kennedy
At anytime an invitation
You can’t decline
Caviar and cigarettes
Well versed in etiquette
Extraordinarily nice
Chorus
She’s a Killer Queen
Gunpowder, guillotine
Dynamite with a laser beam
Guaranteed to blow your mind
Anytime
Recommended at the price
Insatiable an appetite
Wanna try?
To avoid complications
She never kept the same address
[ Lyrics found on www. metrolyrics. com ]
In conversation
She spoke just like a baroness
Met a man from China
Went down to Geisha Minah
Then again incidentally
If you’re that way inclined
Perfume came naturally from Paris
For cars she couldn’t care less
Fastidious and precise
Chorus
Drop of a hat she’s as willing as
Playful as a pussy cat
Then momentarily out of action
Temporarily out of gas
To absolutely drive you wild, wild
She’s all out to get you
Chorus
Recommended at the price
Insatiable an appetite
Wanna try?
You wanna try
I love KT Tunstall too.
{Two, three, four}
(woo-hoo, woo-hoo) [throughout the whole song]
Well my heart knows me better than I know myself
So I’m gonna let it do all the talking.
I came across a place in the middle of nowhere
With a big black horse and a cherry tree.
I felt a little fear upon my back
He said “Don’t look back, just keep on walking.”
When the big black horse said, “Hey lady!” {When the big black horse said, “Look this way”}
Said, “Look this way, will you marry me?” {Said, “Hey, lady, will you marry me?”}
But I said no, no, no, no-no-no
I said no, no, you’re not the one for me
No, no, no, no-no-no
I said no, no, you’re not the one for me
And my heart hit a problem, in the early hours,
So I stopped it dead for a beat or two.
But I cut some cord, and I shouldn’t have done it,
And it won’t forgive me after all these years
So I sent it to a place in the middle of nowhere
With a big black horse and a cherry tree.
Now it won’t come back, ’cause it’s oh so happy
And now I’ve got a hole for the world to see
And it said no, no, no, no-no-no
Said no, no, you’re not the one for me
No, no, no, no-no-no-no
Said no, no, you’re not the one for me
{Not the one for me}
Said no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no,
You’re not the one for me
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
You’re not the one for me
(do, do, do, do)
Well I was
Big black horse and a cherry tree
I can’t quite get there ’cause my heart’s forsaken me
Big black horse and a cherry tree
(Big black horse and a cherry tree) I can’t quite get there ’cause my heart’s forsaken me
(Big black horse and a cherry tree) I can’t quite get there ’cause my heart’s forsaken me
(Big black horse and a cherry tree) I can’t quite get there ’cause my heart’s forsaken me
No, no, no, no
(Big black horse and a cherry tree) I can’t quite get there ’cause my heart’s forsaken me
No, no, no, no
(Big black horse and a cherry tree) I can’t quite get there ’cause my heart’s forsaken me
(Big black horse and a cherry tree) I can’t quite get there ’cause my heart’s forsaken me
(Big black horse and a cherry tree) I can’t quite get there ’cause my heart’s forsaken me
I can’t quite get there cause my heart’s forsaken me
(Big black horse and a cherry tree) I can’t quite get there ’cause my heart’s forsaken me
(Big black horse and a cherry tree) I can’t quite get there ’cause my heart’s forsaken me
Her face is a map of the world
Is a map of the world
You can see she’s a beautiful girl
She’s a beautiful girl
And everything around her is a silver pool of light
The people who surround her feel the benefit of it
It makes you calm
She holds you captivated in her palm
Suddenly I see (Suddenly I see)
This is what I wanna be
Suddenly I see (Suddenly I see)
Why the hell it means so much to me
I feel like walking the world
Like walking the world
You can hear she’s a beautiful girl
She’s a beautiful girl
She fills up every corner like she’s born in black and white
Makes you feel warmer when you’re trying to remember
What you heard
She likes to leave you hanging on her word
Suddenly I see (Suddenly I see)
This is what I wanna be
Suddenly I see (Suddenly I see)
Why the hell it means so much to me
And she’s taller than most
And she’s looking at me
I can see her eyes looking from a page in a magazine
Oh she makes me feel like I could be a tower
A big strong tower
She got the power to be
The power to give
The power to see
Suddenly I see (Suddenly I see)
This is what I wanna be
Suddenly I see (Suddenly I see)
Why the hell it means so much to me
they see me mowin’…my front lawn…i know they’re all thinkin’ i’m so white and nerdy, think i’m just too white & nerdy, think i’m just too white & nerdy, i’m just too white aaand nerdy, think i’m just too white and nerdy…i wanna roll with…the gangstas, but so far they all think i’m just too white and nerdy…
*begin rap*
first at my class here at MIT,
got skillz, i’m a champion of D&D,
M.C. Escher, that’s my fav’rite emcee,
keep your 40, i’ll just have some Earl Grey tea.
my rims never spin, to the contrary,
you’ll find that they’re quite stationary.
all of my action figures are cherry,
Stephen Hawking’s in my library.
my MySpace page is all totally pimped out,
got people beggin’ for my Top 8 spaces.
i know pi to a thousand places,
ain’t got no grills but i still wear braces.
i order all of my sandwiches with mayonnaise,
i’m a whiz at minesweeper and i play for days.
once you see my sweet moves you’re gonna stay amazed,
my fingers movin’ so fast i’ll set the place ablaze.
there’s no killer app i haven’t run,
at Pascal, well i’m number one.
do vector calculus just for fun,
ain’t gotta gat, but i got a sodering gun. (what?)
Happy Days is my favrite theme song,
i can sure kick your butt in a game of pingpong,
i’ll ace any trivia quiz you bring on,
i’m fluent in JavaScript as well as Klingon.
they see me roll on, my Segway, i know in my heart they think i’m white and nerdy…*chorus*
i been browsin’, inspectin’,
X-Men comics, you know i collect em’.
the pens in my pocket, i must protect em’,
my ergonomic keyboard never leaves me bored.
shoppin’ online for deals on some writable media,
i edit Wikipedia.
i memorized Holy Grail really well,
i can recite it right now and have you ROTFLOL.
i got a business doin’ websites, (websites)
when my friends need some code, who do they call?
i do HTML for em’ all,
even make a homepage for my dog.
I got myself a fannypack,
they were having a sale down at the Gap.
spend every night with a roll of bubble wrap,
pop, pop – hope no one sees me get freaky.
i’m nerdy in the extreme,
whiter than sour cream.
i was in A/V Club, Glee Club,
and even the Chess Team.
the only question i
ever thought was hard
is do i like Kirk
or do i like Picard
spend every weekend at the Renaissance Fair,
got my name on my underwear.
*chorus*
heh. weird al rox.
109-w00t.
(parody of “i want it that way by the backstreet boys)
A used…pink bathrobe
A rare…mint snowglobe
A Smurf…TV tray
I bought on eBay
My house…is filled with this crap
Shows up in bubble wrap
Most every day
What I bought on eBay
Tell me why (I need another pet rock)
Tell me why (I got that Alf alarm clock)
Tell me why (I bid on Shatner’s old toupee)
They had it on eBay
I’ll buy…your knick-knack
Just check…My feedback
“A++!” they all say
They love me on eBay
Gonna buy (a slightly damaged golf bag)
Gonna buy (some Beanie Babies, new with tag)
(From some guy) I never met in Norway
Found him on eBay
I am the type who is liable to snipe you
With two seconds left to go, whoa
Got Paypal or Visa, whatever’ll please ya
As long as I’ve got the dough
I’ll buy…your tchotchkes
Sell me…your watch, please
I’ll buy (I’ll buy, I’ll buy, I’ll buy…)
I’m highest bidder now
(Junk keeps arriving in the mail)
(From that world-wide garage sale)
(Hey! A Dukes of Hazzard ashtray)
Oh yeah…(I bought it on eBay)
Wanna buy (a PacMan Fever lunchbox)
Wanna buy (a case of vintage tube socks)
(Wanna buy a Kleenex used by Dr. Dre)
(Found it on eBay)
Wanna buy (that Farrah Fawcett poster)
(Pez dispensers and a toaster)
(Don’t know why…The kind of stuff you’d throw away)
(I’ll buy on eBay)
What I bought on eBay
Why “Weird” Al? He’s annoying, which is why I posted his song “Yoda” earlier.
Also, I think that I already did eBay.
It’s that time again!
Ever since I was a young boy/I’ve played the silver ball./From Soho down to Brighton/I must’ve played them all/But I ain’t seen nothing like him/In any amusement hall/That deaf, dumb, and blind kid/sure plays a mean pinball.
He stands like a statue/becomes part of the machine/feeling all the bumpers/always plays it clean/plays by intuition/the digit counters fall/that deaf, dumb, and blind kid sure plays a mean pinball.
He’s a pinball wizard/there has to be a twist/a pinball wizard’s got such a supple wrist.
How do you think he does it?/I don’t know/What makes him so good?
Ain’t got no distractions/can’t hear no buzzers and bells/don’t see no lights a-flashing/plays by sense of smell/always gets a replay/never seen him fall/that deaf, dumb, and blind kid sure plays a mean pinball.
I thought I was the Bally table king/ but I just handed my pinball crown to him.
Even on my favourite table/he can beat my best/his disciples lead him in/and he just does the rest/he’s got crazy little fingers/never seen him fall/that deaf, dumb, and blind kid sure plays a mean pinball.
This is hort, but I really like it. And Glassboro, can you please stop singing that song…talk about annoying….
Rent Soundtrack Lyrics
– Life Support Lyrics
GORDON
Look – I find some of what you teach suspect
Because I’m used to relying in intellect
But I try to open up to what I don’t know
ROGER & GORDON
Because reason says I should have died three years ago
ALL
There’s only us
There’s only this …
Forget regret or life is yours to miss
No other road
No other way
No day but today
i dont think you did.
The following song comes from the custom from which the name agagabagabag originated. It is used at the ceremony where the old shaman retires and the new is picked.
Chorus:
Agagagagagagagagagag/agagagagagagagag/agagagagagagagag/agagagagagagagag/
Agagaxagagaxagagaxagagaxag/agaxagagaxagagaxagagaxag/
buruburuburburub/burubburuburuburub/
Chorus
This goes on and on and on and on and on and on until the tribal shaman is bored to death. The one who jumps up first becomes his succsessor.
115- Maybe not on this thread, but I think that I did. If I didn’t, sorry, I meant to .
108-i love both of those songs
cheese rapped white+nerdy for niekamp’s poetry contest thing. it was hilarious, because cheese is possibly the whitest and nerdiest person around besides weird al, bill, and andy. but she didn’t win :'(
118-These three girls at my school’s talent show decided to do White+Nerdy. These three are probably the three “most popular” girls in the lower 2 grades, so it was HILARIOUS when they showed up in suspenders, clown-length shoes, taped up glasses, and pocket protectors. They only got 3rd (or 6th, because of a bunch of ties) though.
i have a friend, named ryan, who rites really good (and very stupid) songs about random thing
Here’s some Deicide for all of you wimps. Enjoy!
Once Upon The Cross
Once upon the cross
Fear him, fear him, fear him… Satan
Nazarene in the valley of persuasion
To receive last temptations from Lord Satan
“Take a bite” said the serpent “eat of it”
Without no choice to do so, you cannot resist
Impaled crucifixion
Compassion forgot
Eternal damnation
Once upon a cross
Blasphemy laughs at thee
Jesus you’ve been deceived
Struggling on the cross
Gagging to breathe
Despite your god, question why
You were retrieved by the angel of light
Kill him, kill him, kill him… Satan
Nazarene screaming on his crucifixion
Prophecy in its final contradiction
When you die is when the lie will be believed
Upon the cross, before the world to see
Once upon the cross
And another one:
The Stench Of Redemption
Dead and gone, you and the hatred,
Ignorance, is searing in failure…
What is what, will always be questioned,
You’re the one who lives in deception…
Bow to a god I will never want,
Look him in the face as I taste his blood..
Fall to my knees and forget myself..
Forever and ever and never I will
Rot with disgust and no dignity…
Enemy of me you will always be…
Fall to your dead and except the fact…
The stench of redemption there’s no coming back…
Curse the plight and all explanation….
Jesus Christ foreboding impatience,
Step aside, and fall from your grace man
God the son, lost in temptation
Never will you rise from the flames of death…
Dying as you bleed and the your lies confessed..
Elements untie at the end you see…
Unbridled revenge in my heart unto thee…
In an endless sea of divine regret..
Living in the past with the words you said…
Anger disbelief will convince the soul…
The stench of redemption, you’re dead to this world…
Dead and gone, you and the hatred,
Ignorance, is searing in failure…
What is what, will always be questioned,
You’re the one who lives in deception…
Bow to a god I will never want,
Look him in the face as I taste his blood..
Fall to my knees and forget myself..
Forever and ever and never I will
Rot with disgust and no dignity…
Enemy of me you will always be…
Fall to your dead and except the fact…
The Stench of redemption there’s no coming back…
And now some Nevermore:
1. Born
[Loomis, Dane]
Religion changed the face of man, thou shalt not kill, we all are gone
The seed of ignorance is born thou shalt not think, thou shalt conform
The pigs order us to follow orders and obey
The flies drink the decaying nectar of their tortured effigy
Cling to wasted beliefs and visions and bathe in apathy again
No solution, the retribution of spiritual sickness begins
The legacy of suffering is through, the guilt we bear shall not tear us in two
Born we are the same, within the silence, indfference by thy name
Torn we walk alone, we sleep in silent shades
The grandeur fades, the meaning never known
If nothing in the world can change our children will inherit nothing
Born we are the same, within the silence, indfference by thy name
Torn we walk alone, we sleep in silent shades
The grandeur fades, the meaning never known
The pigs call for pure submission and fall into the fray
The lonely hunter beats his shallow drum, the soundtrack of world disarray
Cling to wasted beliefs and visions and bathe in apathy again
No solution, the retribution of spiritual sickness begins
Born we are the same, within the silence, indfference by thy name
Torn we walk alone, we sleep in silent shades
The grandeur fades, the meaning never known
If nothing in the world can change our children will inherit nothing
2. Final Product
[Loomis, Dane]
The media loves hte latest tragic suicide
They exploit it, then package it and profit from the people who die
Look at the world, look at the hell, look at the hate that we’ve made
Look at the final product, a world in slow decay
I’m told that all your seeds are black
I’ve learned the question in unanswered and opaque
We’re witnessing a famine of the innocent
Did they die for religion or the government?
Because if your god won’t do, their god will starve you
Look at the world, look at the hell, look at the hate that we’ve made
Look at the final product, a world in slow decay
I’m told that all your seeds are black
I’ve learned the question is unanswered and opaque
There are those that believe the world is ending again
That impending armageddon is inevitable and waiting
I’ve told that all your seas are black
I’ve learned the question is unanswered and opaque
We live in a time of revolution
We swim the silent seas of sanity gone
Hey! This is the best song EVER
The Ultimate Showdown of Ultimate Destiny
“Old Godzilla was hopping around
Tokyo City like a big playground
when suddenly Batman burst from the shade
and hit Godzilla with a Batgrenade
Godzilla got pissed and began to attack
but didn’t expect to be blocked by Shaq
who proceeded to open up a can of Shaq Fu
when Aaron Carter came out of the blue
and he started beating up Shaquille O’Neal
then they both got flattened by the Batmobile
but before it could make it back to the Batcave
Abraham Lincoln popped out of his grave
and took an AK47 out from under his hat
and blew Batman away with a rat-a-tat-tat
but he ran out of bullets and he ran away
because Optimus Prime came to save the day
this is the Ultimate Showdown of Ultimate Destiny
good guys, bad guys, and explosions as far as the eye can see
and only one will survive, I wonder who it will be
this is the Ultimate Showdown of Ultimate Destiny
Godzilla took a bite out of Optimus Prime
like Scruff McGruff took a bite out of crime
and then Shaq came back covered in a tire track
but Jackie Chan jumped out and landed on his back
and Batman was injured, and trying to get steady
when Abraham Lincoln came back with a machete
but suddenly something caught his leg and he tripped
Indiana Jones took him out with his whip
then he saw Godzilla sneaking up from behind
and he reached for his gun which he just couldn’t find
’cause Batman stole it and he shot and he missed
and Jackie Chan deflected it with his fist
then he jumped in the air and did a summersault
while Abraham Lincoln tried to pole vault
onto Optimus Prime, but they collided in the air
then they both got hit by a Care Bear Stare, oooh
this is the Ultimate Showdown of Ultimate Destiny
good guys, bad guys, and explosions as far as the eye can see
and only one will survive, I wonder who it will be
this is the Ultimate Showdown…
angels sang out in immaculate chorus
down from the heavens descended Chuck Norris
who deliver a kick which could shatter bones
into the crotch of Indiana Jones
who fell over on the ground, writhing in pain
as Batman changed back into Bruce Wayne
but Chuck saw through his clever disguise
and he crushed Batman’s head in between his thighs
then Gandalf the Grey and Gandalf the White and
“Monty Python and the Holy Grail”‘s Black Knight and
Benito Mussolini and The Blue Meanie and
Cowboy Curtis and Jambi the Genie
Robocop, the Terminator, Captain Kirk, and Darth Vader
Lo Pan, Superman, every single Power Ranger
Bill S. Preston and Theodore Logan,
Spock, The Rock, Doc Ock, and Hulk Hogan
all came out of no where lightning fast
and they kicked Chuck Norris in his cowboy ass
it was the bloodiest battle the world ever saw
with civilians looking on total awe
and the fight raged on for a century
many lives were claimed, but eventually
the champion stood, the rest saw their better:
Mr. Rogers in a bloodstained sweater
this is the Ultimate Showdown of Ultimate Destiny
good guys, bad guys, and explosions as far as the eye can see
and only one will survive, I wonder who it will be
this is the Ultimate Showdown…
this is the Ultimate Showdown…
this is the Ultimate Showdown…
of Ultimate Destiny”
—
Haha, I’m laughing right now reading it…
As I walk through the blackened forest
Thoughts of hate and anger fill my soul
The charred remains of the holy rollers
Scream repentance though it’s far too late
I fight back the laughter at what I see
The suffering healers false destined prophecy
He didn’t think yesterday of the end of his life
The brainwashed fools born again of a thousand lies
Hate filled screams break the silence
Terrifying dreams filling up your head
Blasphemy thrusting out, in the masses it reigns
The mask of hypocrisy is slowly unveiled
Fear the angels holocaust, they’re screaming
Dreams of pain forever entering your head
Death and hatred loathing, on mankind it feeds
Earth is dead and gone now, we’ve brought it to an end
For the last time I’ve been betrayed
Never again will I subject myself to this hypocrisy
Something is drawing me to the other side
Only time will tell my true destiny
so…epic…
Regina Spektor: The Flowers
The flowers you gave me are rotting and still I refuse to throw them away.
Some of the bulbs never opened quite fully
They might so I’m waiting and staying awake.
Things I have loved I’m allowed to keep
I’ll never know if I go to sleep.
The papers around me are piling and twisting Regina the paper back mummy
what then.
I’m taking the knife to the books that I own and chopping and chopping and boiling soup from stone.
Things I have loved I’m allowed to keep.
I’ll never know if I go to sleep.
Things I have loved I’m allowed to keep.
I’ll never know if I go to sleep.
Okay, here’s one of my FAV songs: (i write sins not tradgedies, by panic! at the disco)
O-oh, we’ll imagine, as I’m pacing the pews in a church corridor
And I can’t help but to hear,
No I can’t help but to hear an exchanging of words.
What a beautiful wedding!
What a beautiful wedding says the bridesmaid to the waiter
Yes, but what a shame, what a shame the poor groom’s- bride is a shhhhhhhhhhhhhh…
Chorus:
I chimed in, Haven’t you people ever heard of,
closing the, GOSH DARNED door now? It’s much better to face these kinds of things, with a sense of poise and rationality!
OK, the rest basicly repeats itself. Cool song, huh?
I tried to pass for nothing but my dreams gave me away.
dude.
A long, long time ago…
I can still remember
How that music used to make me smile…
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
And, maybe, they’d be happy for a while…
But february made me shiver
With every paper I’d deliver.
Bad news on the doorstep;
I couldn’t take one more step
I can’t remember if I cried
When I read about his widowed bride,
But something touched me deep inside
The day… the muuuusic… died.
So bye-bye, miss american pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, “this’ll be the day that I die.
“this’ll be the day that I die.”
Did you write the book of love,
And do you have faith in God above,
If the Bible tells you so?
An’ do you believe in rock ’n roll?
Can music, save your mortal soul,
And… can ya’ teach me how to dance
reeeeeeeal sloooooow?
Well, I know that you’re in love with him
`cause I saw you dancin’ in the gym.
You both kicked off your shoes.
Man, I dig those rhythm and blues
I was a lonely teenage broncin’ buck
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck,
But I knew I was out of luck
The day, the muuusic died.
I started singin’,
“bye-bye, miss american pie.”
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, “this’ll be the day that I die…
“this’ll be the day that I die.”
Now for ten years, we’ve been on our own
And moss grows fat on a rollin’ stone,
But that’s not how it used to be…
When the jester sang for the king and queen,
In a coat he borrowed from james dean,
And a voice, that came from you and meee,
Oh, and while the king was looking down,
The jester stole his, thorny crown.
The courtroom was adjourned;
No verdict was retuuurned.
And while Lenin read the book of marx,
The quartet practiced, in the park,
And we sang dirges, in the dark
The day… the muusic died.
We were singing,
“bye-bye, miss american pie.”
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, “this’ll be the day that I die.
“this’ll be the day that I die.”
Helter skelter in a summer swelter.
The birds flew off with a fallout shelter,
Eight miles high and falling faaaaast.
It landed foul on the grass.
The players tried for a forward pass,
With the jester… on the sidelines… in a caaast.
Now the half-time air was, sweet perfume
While the sergeants played a marching tune.
We all got up to dance,
Ooh, but we never got the chance!
`cause the players tried to take the field;
The marching band refused to yield.
Do you recall what was revealed
The day.. the muusic died?
We started singing,
“bye-bye, miss american pie.”
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, “this’ll be the day that I die.
“this’ll be the day that I die.”
Oh, and there we were all in one place,
A generation lost in space
With no time left to start again.
So come on: jack be nimble, jack be quick!
Jack flash, sat on a candlestick
Cause fire is the devil’s only friend…
Oh, and as I watched him on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage.
No angel born in hell
Could break that satan’s spell
And as the flames climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite,
I saw satan laughing with delight
The day… the muuusic died
He was singing,
“bye-bye, miss american pie.”
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, “this’ll be the day that I die.
“this’ll be the day that I die…”
I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news,
But she just smiled and turned awaay.
I went down to the sacred store
Where I’d heard the music years before,
But the man there… said the music… wouldn’t plaaay.
And in the streets: the children screamed,
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed.
But not a word was spoken;
The church bells all were broken.
And the three men I admire most:
The father, son, and the holy ghost,
They caught the last train for the coast
The day… the music.. died.
And they were singing,
“bye-bye, miss american pie.”
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, “this’ll be the day that I die.
“this’ll be the day that I die.”
They were singing,
“bye-bye, miss american pie.”
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, “this’ll be the day that I die.”
– Don McLean
125-You know it’s not GOSH DARNED right? And its not shhhhh either.
128-That is the #1 earworm in the UNITED STATES.
128-
See its funny, because when I was little i listened to the wierd al version –
My my, this here aniken guy,
maybe vader someday later now he’s just a small fry,
he left his home, kissed his momma good by,
sayin soon i’m gonna be a jedi,
sayin soon i’m gonna be a jedi.
So I went to camp last summer and as a tradition they played american pie as the last song and everyone got i na giant circle and swyaed and I had no idea what was going on because I’d never heard the song before yet I knew the tune so that’s how I first heard American Pie.
“National Brotherhood Week” Tom Lehrer
Oh, the white folks hate the black folks
and the black folks hate the white folks
To hate all but the right folks
Is an old established rule
But during
NATIONAL BROTHERHOOD WEEK
NATIONAL BROTHERHOOD WEEK
Lena Horne and Sheriff Clarke are dancing cheek to cheek
It’s fun to eulogize
The people you despise
As long as you don’t let ’em in your school
Oh, the poor folks hate the rich folks
And the rich folks hate the poor folks
All of my folks hate all of your folks
It’s American as apple pie
But during
NATIONAL BROTHERHOOD WEEK
NATIONAL BROTHERHOOD WEEK
New Yorkers love the Puerto Ricans ‘cuz it’s very chic
Step up and shake the hand
Of someone you can’t stand
You can tolerate him if you try
Oh, the Protestants hate the Catholics
And the Catholics hate the Protestants
And the Hindus hate the Muslims
And everybody hates the Jews
But during
NATIONAL BROTHERHOOD WEEK
NATIONAL BROTHERHOOD WEEK
It’s na-tional ev’ryone smile at–
One a-nother hood week
Be kind to people who
Are infer-ior to you
It’s only for a week so have no fear…
Be grateful that it doesn’t last all year!
Ani Difranco — “Both Hands”
I’m walking out in the rain and I am listening to the low moan of the dialtone again/and I am getting nowhere with you/and I can’t let it go/and I can’t get through
The old woman behind the pink curtains and the closed door, on the first floor/she’s listening through the air shaft to see how long our swansong can last and both hands/now use both hands/oh no don’t close your eyes/I’m writing graffiti on your body I am drawing the story of how hard we tried
I am watching your chest rise and fall like the tides of my life and the rest of it all/and your bones have been my bedframe and your flesh has been my pillow/I have been waiting for sleep to offer the deep with both hands/oh-oh, with both hands
And in each other’s shadows we grew less and less tall and eventually our theories couldn’t explain it all/and I’m recording our history now on the bedroom wall/and when we leave the landlord will come and paint over it all
And I’m walking out in the rain and I am listening to the low moan of the dialtone again and I am getting nowhere with you/and I can’t let it go and I can’t get through
Both hands, please use both hands/oh no don’t close your eyes/I am writing graffiti on your body/I am drawing the story of how hard we tried
How hard we tried…
121: waaaaaay overplayed. I don’t like it anymore- panic! at the disco are such sellouts now.
Glassbro – Since you seem to have a lifelong ambition to annoy Rebecca, and since Rebecca is NICE, and not a good person to annoy, AND since I am a member of the PoPoPo, even though that is not actually a PoPo, I’m going to fine you 1 piece of virtual choklit per word. Let’s see, how many words per song is that? *goes off to count* 195. So, if that’s 195 per song, that makes *Goes off to count again* *Does feverant sums* 975 pieces of virtual choklit. Will you stop annoying Rebecca now?
11- And you. If you post that song again, I will go through and count every word (and it took me ages for pinball wizard) and make you pay. Twice. You have been warned.
134 – Thank you.
134- How about I don’t have to pay this time, but if I do it again I will pay triple the amount. Fair?
“glassboro the HAWK”?!?!?! so you’re, like, the same person?
130 – i wuz just gonna post that!
anywhere you go, from coast to coast…
people always say, “what do you like most?”
i don’t wanna brag, i don’t wanna boast,
but i always say, “i like toast.”
YEAH TOAST!!
YEAH TOAST!!!!
i wake up in the morning, ’bout six a.m.
have a little jelly, have a little jam.
take a piece of bread, put it in the slot,
push down the lever, and the wires get hot.
i get toast.
YEAH TOAST!!
YEAH TOAST!!!!
there’s no secret to toasting perfection,
there’s a dial on the side and you make your selection.
push it to the dark or the light, and then
when it pops up, push down again.
make toast.
YEAH TOAST!!
YEAH TOAST!!!!
When the first cave man drove in from the drags,
Didn’t know what would go with the bacon and eggs
Must had been a genus, got in his head
plug the toaster in the wall, buy a loaf of bread,
make toast.
YEAH TOAST!!
YEAH TOAST!!!!
a oui monsieur bonjour coquette
au croissant au va-et-vien
A maurice et violette eilfel tower
a oui marret bagguette bonsoir.*
FRENCH TOAST!!
FRENCH TOAST!!!!
*meaningless string of french words.
that’s weird al with his hit single, Yeah Toast.
most people think it’s Bob&Tom, but the original is by Weird Al.
No one liked my über-awesome songs?
No, look here.
Comment 114. That was supposed to be in the link, but it didn’t work.
(141) You used the equals sign instead of a hyphen before the comment number.
Oops.
137- Look here.
i kinda guessed it
131-w00t
umm
There’s antimony, arsenic, aluminum, selenium,
And hydrogen and oxygen and nitrogen and rhenium,
And nickel, neodymium, neptunium, germanium,
And iron, americium, ruthenium, uranium,
Europium, zirconium, lutetium, vanadium,
And lanthanum and osmium and astatine and radium,
And gold and protactinium and indium and gallium,
And iodine and thorium and thulium and thallium.
There’s yttrium, ytterbium, actinium, rubidium,
And boron, gadolinium, niobium, iridium,
And strontium and silicon and silver and samarium,
And bismuth, bromine, lithium, beryllium, and barium.
There’s holmium and helium and hafnium and erbium,
And phosphorus and francium and fluorine and terbium,
And manganese and mercury, molybdenum, magnesium,
Dysprosium and scandium and cerium and cesium.
And lead, praseodymium, and platinum, plutonium,
Palladium, promethium, potassium, polonium,
And tantalum, technetium, titanium, tellurium,
And cadmium and calcium and chromium and curium.
There’s sulfur, californium, and fermium, berkelium,
And also mendelevium, einsteinium, nobelium,
And argon, krypton, neon, radon, xenon, zinc, and rhodium,
And chlorine, carbon, cobalt, copper, tungsten, tin, and sodium.
These are the only ones of which the news has come to Ha’vard,
And there may be many others, but they haven’t been discavard.
had to do it.
Vincent by Don McLean
Starry
starry night
paint your palette blue and grey
look out on a summer’s day
with eyes that know the
darkness in my soul.
Shadows on the hills
sketch the trees and the daffodils
catch the breeze and the winter chills
in colors on the snowy linen land.
And now I understand what you tried to say to me
how you suffered for your sanity
how you tried to set them free.
They would not listen
they did not know how
perhaps they’ll listen now.
Starry
starry night
flaming flo’rs that brightly blaze
swirling clouds in violet haze reflect in
Vincent’s eyes of China blue.
Colors changing hue
morning fields of amber grain
weathered faces lined in pain
are soothed beneath the artist’s
loving hand.
And now I understand what you tried to say to me
how you suffered for your sanity
how you tried to set them free.
perhaps they’ll listen now.
For they could not love you
but still your love was true
and when no hope was left in sight on that starry
starry night.
You took your life
as lovers often do;
But I could have told you
Vincent
this world was never
meant for one
as beautiful as you.
Starry
starry night
portraits hung in empty halls
frameless heads on nameless walls
with eyes
that watch the world and can’t forget.
Like the stranger that you’ve met
the ragged men in ragged clothes
the silver thorn of bloddy rose
lie crushed and broken
on the virgin snow.
And now I think I know what you tried to say to me
how you suffered for your sanity
how you tried to set them free.
They would not listen
they’re not
list’ning still
perhaps they never will.
Doctor Worm by They Might Be Giants
They call me Dr. Worm,
Good morning, how are you? I’m Dr. Worm.
I’m interested in things,
I’m not a real doctor but I am a real worm,
I am an actual worm,
I live like a worm.
I like to play the drums.
I think I’m getting good, but I can handle criticism.
I’ll show you what I know and you can
Tell me if you think I’m getting better on the drums
I’ll leave the front unlocked ’cause I can’t
Hear the doorbell…
When I get into it, I can’t tell if you are
Watching me twirling the stick.
When I give the signal, my friend
Rabbi Vole will play the solo…
Someday, somebody else besides me will
Call me by my stage name, they will
Call me Dr. Worm,
Good morning, how are you? I’m Dr. Worm.
I’m interested in things.
I’m not a real doctor but I am a real worm,
I am an actual worm,
I live like a worm.
And I like to play the drums,
I think I’m getting good, but I can handle criticism.
I’ll show you what I know and you can
Tell me if you think I’m getting better on the drums.
I’m not a real doctor, but they call me
Dr. Worm!
this is a lovley song from my lovley school musical called in our family!
Bed is the cosiest place!
*small group of girl soloists*
bed is the coziest place in the world at night when i snugle in
i pull all the covers up over my head and then i begin to sing
*everybody*
you who watched over me all through the day watch over me through the night
you who helped everyone all through the day, help everyone through the night!
*soloists*
dreams are like horses or fishes or birds, i fly anywhere in a wink
and if i get frightened by something i see i stop and here’s what i thinnk:
*everybody*
you who watched over me all through the day watch over me throught the night
you who helped everyone all through the day help every onr through the night.
help everyone through the night!
the musical is…different.
136- Ok. Triple the TOTAL amount though.
I’m going to post some lyrics I wrote later. They’re kind of depressing though. My life isn’t too great right now. It’s Ok, but a while ago it was almost perfect. I’m trying to sort it out though.
I Want Out
From our lives’ beginning on
We are pushed in little forms
No one asks us how we like to be
In school they teach us what to think
But everyone says different things
But they’re all convinced that
They’re the ones to see
So they keep talking and they never stop
And at a certain point you give it up
So the only thing that’s left to think is this:
I want out! (out, out)
to live my life alone
I want out (out, out)
leave me be!
I want out (out, out)
to do things on my own
I want out
to live my life and to be free
People tell me A and B
They tell me how I have to see
Things that I have seen already clear
So they push me then from side to side
They’re pushing me from black to white
They’re pushing ’til there’s nothing more to hear
But don’t push me to the maximum
Shut your mouth and take it home
‘Cause I decide the way things gonna be
I want out (out, out)
to live my life alone
I want out (out, out)
leave me be!
I want out (out, out)
to do things on my own!
I want out (out, out)
to live my life, and to be free
There’s a million ways to see the things in life
A million ways to be the fool
In the end of it, none of us is right
Sometimes we need to be aloooooooooooone
No (no) no (no) no (no) no! leave me aloooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooone
I want out (out, out)
to live my life alone
I want out (out, out)
leave me be!
I want out (out, out)
to do things on my own
I want out (out, out)
to live my life and to be freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!
I want out!!!
149- OMG!!!!!!! *is ecstatic*. someone actually posted helloween lyrics other than me or FS. w00t w00t. *posts more helloween*
Once they killed his monster when it went into a trap
Now he’s making better ones on a higher step
On a warm summer day the doctor went away
To a place where he could make it real
His assistant’s hips were nice
So he cloned her once or twice
Now his hips are aching what a deal
Dr. Stein grows funny creatures
Lets them run into the night
They become great
Rock musicians
And their time is right
Sometimes when he’s feeling bored
He’s calling it a day
He’s got his computer and they do in their own way
They mix some DNA, some skin and a certain spray
You can watch it on a laser screen
And the fellow’s blue and gray
Or sometimes pink and green
Just check it out on Halloween
Dr. Stein grows funny creatures
Lets them run into the night
They become great politicians
And their time is right
One night he cloned himself
Put his brother on a shelf
But when he fell asleep that night
It crept up from behind and thought “Well, never mind ”
Took a syringe and blew out his life
Dr. Stein grows funny creatures
Lets them run into the night
They become a great possession
And their time is right
Dr. Stein grows funny creatures
Let’s them run into the night
They become a great oppression
And their time is right
wow *realizes what they were saying* lol.
I have a new favorite song. “This one’s for the girls” by Martina McBride
“This One’s For The Girls”
This one’s for all you girls about thirteen
High school canbe so rough, can be so mean
Hold onto, on to your innocence
Stand your ground when everyone’s giving in
This one’s for the girls
This is for all you girls about twenty-five
In a little apartment, just trying to get by
Living on, on dreams and spaghetti-o’s
Wondering where you life is gonna go
This one’s for the girls
Who’ve ever had a broken heart
Who’ve wished upon a shooting star
You’re beautiful the way you are
This one’s for the girls
Who love without holding back
Who dream with everything they have
All around the world
This one’s for the girls
This is for all you girls about forty-two
Tossing pennies into the Fountain of Youth
Every laugh, laugh line on your face
Made you who you are today
This one’s for the girls
Who’ve ever had a broken heart
Who’ve wished upon a shooting star
You’re beautiful the way you are
This one’s for the girls
Who love without holding back
Who dream with everything they have
All around the world
This one’s for the girls
Yeah, we’re all the same inside (same inside)
From 1 to 99
This one’s for the girls
Who’ve ever had a broken heart
Who’ve wished upon a shooting star
You’re beautiful the way you are
This one’s for the girls
Who love without holding back
Who dream with everything they have
All around the world
This one’s for the girls
Yeah, this one’s for the girls
Ignore all the typoes.
151-Oh, that’s a fun song…I sing it loud every time I hear it…excuse possible bad grammar, please.
theme song for 2day? definitely Ice Ice Baby by Vanilla Ice. tuh.
If you know german, this is teh funnies:
Manche Menschen sind so schön
da bleibt einem das Herz fast stehen
man staunt und denkt verdamnt noch mal
so was von schön ist nicht normal
Die meisten Menschen sind nicht schön
sie haben eine scheiss Figur
sie haben keinen BMW
und auch keine Abitur
Chorus:
Schön sein, un ein bisschen obszön sein,
sagt die Frau zu dem Mann, hey, Schatzi was wollen wir mehr?
Nur reich sein, denkt der Mann denn weil er
is Prospekteverteiler
und wär gern Millionär
Verse:
Wer arbeiten will, findet Arbeit
was heisst heir denn Niveau
Die Männer brüllen Scheisse
und die Frauen putzen das Klo
Doch was heisst hier faule Säcke
da weiss doch jedes Kind
das bei Männern nur die Säcke
amd Produktivsten sind
Chorus repeat
150- eh, yeah. I accedentally bought a cd of theirs off iTuenes, but I ended up likeing it so it’s all good. Tricksey little buttons, I only meant to look… but ah well.
A slight call afar is tempting me
Like a whisper sweet or an awful scream
I cannot ignore what I’ve always been
I am leaving again – one last time?
Laid on the pale scythe of the Moon
I play with stars around me
The elvendom is now calling out… my name
My fairy and I, are wandering through times
And stories forgotten, some old fairytales
Of wizards of Oz, of lost keys and gardens
Hiding secret doors… that lead to a dream
For those who believe, there’s always a door to get in
A slight call afar is tempting me
Like a whisper sweet or an awful scream
I cannot ignore what I’ve always been
I am leaving again – one last time?
In my little kingdom I can be what I really
Wanted to be – The wanderer
I’m hearing scratches at my door
Somebody wants me again
Some little creatures will be fellows
My demon and I are playing
Some wicked games I should not play, not fair to be played
Don’t tell anyone, the place where I’m going
’cause they won’t believe – This time I don’t know
If I’ll ever return, say goodbye for me to my home
A slight call afar is tempting me
Like a whisper sweet or an awful scream
I cannot ignore what I’ve always been
I am leaving again – one last time?
In my little kingdom I can be what I really
Wanted to be – The wanderer
Like a whisper sweet or an awful scream
I cannot ignore what I’ve alway- – –
-Then there’s some music and the cd cuts off, cause the quality isn’t that good. I don’t think theres any more words, though, besides that last repitition of chorous. I hope.
Has anybody ever heard of the song Crooked teeth by Death Cab for Cutie??? I no it’s an emo group but gawd who calls music by types of people??? especially those who cut themselves!!!!!
Anyway the lyrics of my favorite part are:
You’re so cute when you’re slurring your speech
But they’re closing the bar and they want us to leave
(Chorus)
And you can’t find nothing at all if there was nothing there all along
No, you can’t find nothing at all if there was nothing there all along.
If u want to look it up on internet go to http://www.aol.com, click music, type in Death CAb for Cutie for artists, and listen to Crooked teeth
I just got The Who: Live at the Isle of Wight Festival from Netflix!!!
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peanutbutterjellyandabaseballbat,
weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeyah, weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeyah,
peanutbutterjellyandabaseballbat,
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peanutbutterjellyandabaseballbat,
weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeyah, weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeyah,
peanutbutterjellyandabaseballbat,
weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeyah, weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeyah,
peanutbutterjellyandabaseballbat,
weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeyah, weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeyah,
peanutbutterjellyandabaseballbat,
weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeyah, weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeyah,
peanutbutterjellyandabaseballbat,
weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeyah, weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeyah,
peanutbutterjellyandabaseballbat…
Woah- did this thread just get bumbed back up to the first page or something? I could’ve sworn it’d been on the second page yesterday…
PIZZA DAY! byt the Aquabats. This is the chorus:
Monday-Hot dogs!
Tuesday-Tacos!
Wednesday: Hamburgers and chocolate milk!
Thursday-Sloppy joes, and burritos in a bag!
Friday was Pizza Day-The best day of the week! It always came with salad and a side of pork and beans. HOORAY FOR PIZZA DAY! HOORAY FOR PIZZA DAY! I miss Pizza Day: The best day of the week!
157: Why in all that is blashpeming would someone call their band Death Cab For Cutie? That’s the ultimate turnoff. It insures I will never listen to it. Oh, and btw, there IS a musical style called emo rock, emocore if it’s heavier and claims to be metal. Gah.
The heart is a bloom
Shoots up through the stony ground
There’s no room
No space to rent in this town
You’re out of luck
And the reason that you had to care
The traffic is stuck
And you’re not moving anywhere
You thought you’d found a friend
To take you out of this place
Someone you could lend a hand
In return for grace
It’s a beautiful day
Sky falls, you feel like
It’s a beautiful day
Don’t let it get away
You’re on the road
But you’ve got no destination
You’re in the mud
In the maze of her imagination
You love this town
Even if that doesn’t ring true
You’ve been all over
And it’s been all over you
It’s a beautiful day
Don’t let it get away
It’s a beautiful day
Touch me
Take me to that other place
Teach me
I know I’m not a hopeless case
See the world in green and blue
See China right in front of you
See the canyons broken by cloud
See the tuna fleets clearing the sea out
See the Bedouin fires at night
See the oil fields at first light
And see the bird with a leaf in her mouth
After the flood all the colors came out
It was a beautiful day
Don’t let it get away
Beautiful day
Touch me
Take me to that other place
Reach me
I know I’m not a hopeless case
What you don’t have you don’t need it now
What you don’t know you can feel it somehow
What you don’t have you don’t need it now
Don’t need it now
Was a beautiful day
Anybody else come here very much? Like the song I posted? I hope it’s not one that makes the GAPAs mad.
Hey now, hey now
Hey now, hey now
Have you ever seen such a beautiful night?
I could almost kiss the stars, for shining so bright
When I see you smiling, I go-oh oh ohh
I would never want to miss this
Cause in my heart, I know what this is
Hey now, hey now
This is what dreams are made of
Hey now, hey now
This is what dreams are made of
Ive got somewhere I belong
Ive got somebody to love
This is what dreams…
Are made of
Have you ever wondered what life is about?
You could search the world and never figure it out
You wont have to sail the oceans no no no
Happiness is no mystery
Its here and now, its you and me
Hey now, hey now
This is what dreams are made of
Hey now, hey now
This is what dreams are made of
Ive got somewhere I belong
Ive got somebody to love
This is what dreams…
Are made of
Open your eyes
(this is what dreams are made of)
Shout to the skies
(this is what dreams are made of)
When I see your smiles, I go-oh oh ohh
Yesterday my life was duller
Now everythings technicolor
Hey now, hey now
This is what dreams are made of
Hey now, hey now
This is what dreams are made of
Ive got somewhere I belong
Ive got somebody to love
This is what dreams… (dreams)
This is what dreams…
Are made of
Hey now, hey now (hey now)
This is what dreams…
Hey now, hey now
This is what dreams are made of
162-Ack. lol. its like…. horrid. *googles*
hmm. not too bad. but seriously. metalcore sucks.
I’m going to take a crack at writing my own song. Just to warn you it will probably suck.
I’ve been waiting here for a long time
Waitin’ for you to come aro-ound
I’ve been trying to help myself, to
Lift my self up off of the ground
Ooh, Oh Oh, Why am I so alone here?
Ooh, Oh Oh, I think I should go another wa-aaay…
(Refrain)
Hey Hey Hey, Hey Heeeeeeeeeeey
I’ve ben waitin for a sign all day
Oh Oh Ooooh
Why am I so alone,
So alone and Afraid
What do I have to fear?
What do I have In store for me here?
Waitin here in my bedroom
Watch the rain fall down (down, down)
Been sitting by myself all day(da-ay, da-ay)
Waitin for a sign
From the heavens to come to mee
For someone to take me awaaaaaay…
For you to lift me
Fopr you to lift me up and say
I’m here girl, I’ve been here all along
And I’d saaaay…(refrain)
(Bridge)
Hope and faith
That there would be
Some one here
Beside me, me , meeeeeee…(refrain twice)
Nice job! Very brave. I can’t write anything.
It’s not that I don’t want to, but I just can’t think of what to say. 
See post 163 for a definition of today.
People are in big confusion
they don’t like their constitutions
everyday they draw conclusions
and they’re still prepared for war
Some can say what’s ineffective
some make up themselves attractive
build up things they call protective
well your life seems quite bizarre
In the sky a mighty eagle
doesn’t care ’bout what’s illegal
on its wings the rainbow’s light,
it’s flying to eternity
Eagle fly freee
let people seee
just make it your own way
leave time behind
follow the sign
together we’ll fly someday
Hey, we think so supersonic
and we make our bombs atomic
or the better quite neutronic
but the poor don’t seee a dime
Nowadays the air’s polluted
ancient people persecuted
that’s what mankind contributed
to create a better time
In the sky a mighty eagle
doesn’t care ’bout what’s illegal
on its wings the rainbow’s light,
flying to eternity
Eagle fly freee
let people seee
just make it your own way
leave time behind
follow the sign
together we’ll fly someday
*instruments for a while*
In the sky a mighty eagle
doesn’t care ’bout what’s illegal
on its wings the rainbow’s light,
it’s flying to eternity
Eagle fly freeeee
let people seeee
just make it your own way
leave time behind
follow the sign
together we’ll fly someday
together we fly, somedaaaaay
forever we fly, together we fly,
forever we flyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy… somedaaaaaaaaaaaay
Woahohh ohh, ohhhooh oh,
Flyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
Wow they can hold notes for a long time… that last one was me holding down the key while they held then letting go when they stopped…
We’re studying Vietnam in history. I think this song was written about the Kent state shootings, and It’s been in my head all day. It’s a good song, if sad.
For What It’s Worth
by Buffalo Springfield
There’s something happening here
What it is ain’t exactly clear
There’s a man with a gun over there
Telling me I got to beware
I think it’s time we stop, children, what’s that sound
Everybody look what’s going down
There’s battle lines being drawn
Nobody’s right if everybody’s wrong
Young people speaking their minds
Getting so much resistance from behind
I think it’s time we stop, hey, what’s that sound
Everybody look what’s going down
What a field-day for the heat
A thousand people in the street
Singing songs and carrying signs
Mostly say, hooray for our side
It’s time we stop, hey, what’s that sound
Everybody look what’s going down
Paranoia strikes deep
Into your life it will creep
It starts when you’re always afraid
You step out of line, the man come and take you away
We better stop, hey, what’s that sound
Everybody look what’s going down
Stop, hey, what’s that sound
Everybody look what’s going down
Stop, now, what’s that sound
Everybody look what’s going down
Stop, children, what’s that sound
Everybody look what’s going down
Have I been sleeping?
I’ve been so still
Afraid of crumbling
Have I been careless?
Dismissing all the distant rumblings
Take me where I am supposed to be
To comprehend the things that I can’t see
Cause I need to move
I need to wake up
I need to change
I need to shake up
I need to speak out
Somethings got to break up
I’ve been asleep
And I need to wake up
Now
And as a child
I danced like it was 1999
My dreams were wild
The promise of this new world
Would be mine
Now I am throwing off the carelessness of youth
To listen to an inconvenient truth
That I need to move
I need to wake up
I need to change
I need to shake up
I need to speak out
Somethings got to break up
I’ve been asleep
And I need to wake up
Now
I am not an island
I am not alone
I am my intentions
Trapped here in this flesh and bone
And I need to move
I need to wake up
I need to change
I need to shake up
I need to speak out
Somethings got to break up
I’ve been asleep
And I need to wake up
Now
I want to change
I need to shake up
I need to speak out
Oh, Somethings got to break up
I’ve been asleep
And I need to wake up
Now
170: great song.
171: Have you heard Ozzy Osbourne’s cover of that?
168-Thank you! I’ve been thinking about writing a song for ages.
Say, hey!
Hear the sound of the falling rain
Coming down like an Armageddon flame (Hey!)
The shame
The ones who died without a name
Hear the dogs howling out of key
To a hymn called “Faith and Misery” (Hey!)
And bleed, the company lost the war today
I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives
On holiday
Hear the drum pounding out of time
Another protester has crossed the line (Hey!)
To find, the money’s on the other side
Can I get another Amen? (Amen!)
There’s a flag wrapped around a score of men (Hey!)
A gag, a plastic bag on a monument
I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives
On holiday
(Hey!)
(Say, hey!)
(3,4)
“The representative from California has the floor”
Sieg Heil to the president Gasman
Bombs away is your punishment
Pulverize the Eiffel towers
Who criticize your government
Bang bang goes the broken glass and
Kill all the fags that don’t agree
Trials by fire, setting fire
Is not a way that’s meant for me
Just cause, just cause, because we’re outlaws yeah!
I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives
I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives
This is our lives on holiday
Raise your swords up high
See the black birds fly
Let them hear your rage
Show no fear
Attack!
Charge your horses across the fields
Together we ride into destiny
Have no fear of death, when it’s your time
Oden will bring us home, when we die
The ground trembles under us
As we make our thunder charge
The pounding hooves strikes blinding fear
Into their hearts
Our helmets shine in the sun
As we near their wall of shields
Some of them turn and run
When they hear our frenzied screams
Draw your swords to strike
Hear the black birds cry
Let them feel your hate
Show no fear
(Attaack, attaack, attaack, attaack)
Charge your horses across the fields
Together we ride into destiny
Have no fear of death, when it’s your time
Oden will bring us home, when we die
The enemies are in disarray
Ride them down as they run…
Send them to their violent graves,
Dead and wounded lie all around,
See the pain in their eyes…
Over the field an eerie sound,
As we hear the ravens’ cry
Sadie Hawkins by Relient K
Sadie Hawkins Dance!
In my khaki pants!
There’s nothing better!
OH OH OH!
Girls ask the guys!
Always a surprise!
There’s nothing better, baby, do you like my sweater?
175: Is that Amon Amarth? Sounds suspiciously like viking metal… It is, isn’t it? “Cry Of The Blackbirds”?
177- Yup. Found it on iTunes last week. And another one, don’t remember the name though.
173-ozzy has a cover of that stop children whats that sound thing? wow! must hear!
178: The entire AA catalog is brilliant, but for individual songs… My favourites are “Runes To My Memory”, “Valhall Awaits” and “Death In Fire”.
179: Ozzy’s last album, “Under Cover”, was entirely cover songs. He did In My Life, Sympathy For The Devil, Woman, Working Class Hero, and a bunch of other stuff I can’t remember now…
Doctor Who, Doctor Who
The Tardis-The Timelords/KLF
well I took a walk around the world
to ease my troubled mind
I left my body layin’ somewhere
in the sands of time
but I watched the world float
to the dark side of the moon
I feel there is nothing I can do… yeah
I watched the world float
to the dark side of the mooon…
after all I knew it had to be
somethin’ to do with you
I really don’t mind, what happens now and then
as long as you’ll be my friend at the end
if I go crazy then will you still
call me Superman?
if I’m alive and well, will you be
there holdin’ my hand?
I’ll keep you by my side
with my superhuman might
Kryptonite…
you called me strong, you called me weak,
but still your secrets I will keep
you took for granted all the times
I never let you down…
you stumbled in and bumped your head
if not for me, then you’d be dead
I picked you up and put you back
on solid ground
if I go crazy then will you still
call me Superman?
if I’m alive and well, will you be
there holdin’ my hand?
I’ll keep you by my side
with my superhuman might
Kryptonite…
Oooh…
if I go crazy then will you still
call me Superman?
if I’m alive and well, will you be
there holdin’ my hand?
I’ll keep you by my side
with my superhuman might
Kryptoniiiiite…
(yeeeaaaah!!)
if I go crazy then will you still
call me Superman?
if I’m alive and well, will you be
there holdin’ my hand?
I’ll keep you by my side
with my superhuman might
Kryptonite
Ohoo oooo-oh…
182- *does not recognize*
180-wow!! working class hero?!?!?!?!? double must hear!! loll.
*contributes*
Oh if only Brazil was not so far
far away I Would swim or walk or ride
But never ever fly
But all the noise of the maniacs there
The sweat on my face it’s worth to bear
But I don’t wanna bounce and die
But then I see a lady in a tight blue dress
I close my eyes, I know what I would go for
Stewardess before the crash
Lavatory Love Machine
No fear can quell my steam
Lavatory Love Machine
No cabin fire burn my dream
I am at your disposal
I gotta get up to see what you ain’t gotta hide
Wheeling junk along the aisle
Keep your seat belf fastened
You’re whipping with an iron voice
You command
Uh mistress I am in your hands
And when she asks me what I’d like to eat
I realise the domina feels the same
And I reply: What about your pie?
Lavatory Love Machine…
Lavatory Love Machine
No broken wings to stop me stream
Lavatory Love Machine
Honey dou you like the way I CRY?
Now if I gotta die
I’ll have been stiff and smiling till the crash
Let them know I’ve been alive
Till I made my final splash
Lavatory Love Machine…
Don’t hear the scary noises
From the turbine when you scream
\,,/
they blazed a trail I dared to run
they built this world and I have come
I need another, like a brother
for a cryin’ shoulder
an’ this could be the last time,
you will stand by my side…
I can feel my soul it’s bleeding,
will you fly with me this evening?
sober mind time now is gone,
they carved my body not of stone
a pretty maze emptiness
I’ve said ta’ hell with all the rest
this could be the last time,
you will stand by my side…
I can feel my soul it’s bleeding,
will you fly with me this evening?
this could be the last time,
you will stand by my side
can you feel my soul it’s bleeding,
will you fly with me tonight?
this could be the last time,
you will stand by my side
well I can feel my soul it’s bleeding,
will you fly with me this evening?
183- post 182 was called kryptonte by 3 Doors Down. It’s the first song in our itunes library alphabetically (by artist) but I only really listened to it a few days ago. The song in 184 was also by 3 Doors Down.
met him in a swamp down in Dagobah
Where it bubbles all the time like a giant carbonated soda
S-O-D-A, soda
I saw the little runt sitting there on a log
I asked him his name and in a raspy voice he said “Yoda”
Y-O-D-A, Yoda
Yo-yo-yo-yo Yoda
Well, I’ve been around, but I ain’t never seen
A guy who looks like a muppet, but he’s wrinkled and green
Oh, my Yoda
Yo-yo-yo-yo Yoda
Well, I’m not dumb, but I can’t understand
How he can lift me in the air just by raising his hand
Oh, my Yoda
Yo-yo-yo-yo Yoda
Yo-yo-yo-yo Yoda
Well, I left home just a week before
And I’ve never ever been a Jedi before
But Obi Wan, he set me straight, of course
He said, “Go to Yoda and he’ll show you the Force”
Well I’m not the kind that would argue with Ben
So it looks like I’m gonna start all over again
With my Yoda
Yo-yo-yo-yo Yoda
Yo-yo-yo-yo Yoda
Yoda
Yo-yo-yo-yo Yoda
Yo-yo-yo-yo Yoda
So I used the Force
I picked up a box
I lifted some rocks
While I stood on my head
but, I won’t forget what Yoda said
He said, “Luke, stay away from the darker side
And if you start to go astray, let the Force be your guide”
Oh, my Yoda
Yo-yo-yo-yo Yoda
“I know Darth Vader’s really got you annoyed
But remember, if you kill him, then you’ll be unemployed”
Oh, my Yoda
Yo-yo-yo-yo Yoda
Well, I heard my friends really got in a mess
So I’m gonna have to leave Yoda I guess
But I know that I’ll be coming back some day
I’ll be playing this part ’till I’m old and gray
The long-term contract I had to sign
Says I’ll be making these movies till the end of time
Oh with my Yoda
Yo-yo-yo-yo Yoda Yo-yo-yo-yo Yoda
Yoda Yo-yo-yo-yo Yoda Yo-yo-yo-yo Yoda
Yoda Yo-yo-yo-yo Yoda Yo-yo-yo-yo Yoda
Yoda Yo-yo-yo-yo Yoda Yo-yo-yo-yo Yoda
Yoda Yo-yo-yo-yo Yoda Yo-yo-yo-yo Yoda
Yoda Yo-yo-yo-yo Yoda Yo-yo-yo-yo Yoda
Yoda Yo-yo-yo-yo Yoda Yo-yo-yo-yo Yoda
now that shes back in the atmosphere
with drops of jupiter in her ha-air, hey, hey
she acts like summer and walks like rain
reminds me that theres time to change, hey, hey
since the return from her stay on the moon
she listens like spring and she talks like june, hey, hey
hey, hey he-ey
tell me.. did you sail across the sun?
did you make it to the milky way, to see the lights all faded
and that heaven is overrated
tell me, did you fall for a shooting star
one without a permanent scar,
and did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there…
now that shes back from that soul vacation
tracing her way through the constellation, hey, hey
she checks out mozart while she does tae-bo
reminds me that theres room to grow, hey, hey
now that shes back in the atmosphere
I’m afraid that she might think of me as plain ol’ jane
told a story about a man who is too afraid to fly so he never did land
tell me did the wind sweep you off your feet
did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day
and head back to the milky way
and tell me, did venus blow your mind
was it everything you wanted to find
and did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there
can you imagine no love, pride, deep-fried chicken
your best friend alwaaays sticking up for you…
even when I know youre wrong
can you imagine no first dance, freeze-dried romance
five-hour phone conversation
the best soy latte that you ever had… and me
tell me, did the wind sweep you off your feeet
did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day
and head back toward the milky way
tell me… did you sail across the sun?
did you make it to the milky way, to see the lights all faded
and that heaven is overrated…
tell me, did you fall for a shooting staar
one without a permanent scaar,
and did you miss me while you were looking for yourself
(na, na na na na-na, na, na na-na na na nananana)
and did you finally get the chance to daance along the light of daaa-ay
(na, na na na na-na, na, na na-na na na nananana)
an’ did you fall for a shooting sta-ar, fall for a shooting staa-ar
(na, na na na na-na, na, na na-na na na nananana)
An’ are you lonely lookin’ for yourself out there…
Agnus Dei
Qui tollis peccata mundi
Agnus Dei, Son of man
See me not for your eyes are pain
Do not force me to stab you again
For I envy every wound on your corpse
Verily, verily I say unto thee
A million images won’t be enough
For I know where you hide your soul
Agnus Dei
Crucifixus etiam pro nobis, sub Pontio Pilato, passus et sepultus est
Qui carni quondam contegi dignatus es pro perditis,
Cujus latus perforatum unda fluxit sanguine
Agnus Dei, Prince of peace
Yet shall war be the echo of your love
Just like war shall be the echo of mine
And together shall we make the utmost balance
Verily, verily I say unto thee
In those day shall men seek death, and shall not find it;
And shall desire to die, and death shall flee from them
Agnus Dei
woke up this morning and it seemed to me,
that every night turns out to be
a little more like Bukowski.
and yeah, I know he’s a pretty good read
but God who’d wanna be?
God who’d wanna be such an *******?
God who’d wanna be?
God who’d wanna be such an *******?
well we sat on the edge of the river,
the crowd screamed, “Sacrifice the liver!”
if God takes life, he’s an Indian giver
so tell me now why, you’ll tell me never
who would wanna be?
who would wanna be
such a control freak?
well who would wanna be?
who would wanna be
such a control freak?
well see what you wanna see… you should see it all
well take what you want from me… you deserve it all
nine times out of ten… our hearts just get dissolved
well I want a better place, or just a better way to fall
but one time out of ten, everything goes perfect for us all
well I want a better place, or just a better way to fall
here we go…
if God controls the land and disease,
keeps a watchful eye on me,
if he’s really so damn mighty,
my problem is I can’t see,
well who would wanna be?
who would wanna be
such a control freak?
well who would wanna be?
who would wanna be
such a control… freak?
…
ee-vil home stereo, what goood songs do ya’ know?
ee-vil me, oh yeah I know… what good curves can ya’ throw?
well all that icing and all that cake,
I can’t make it to your wedding, but I’m sure I’ll be at your wake.
you were talk, talk, talk, talkin’ in circles that day,
when you get to the point make sure that I’m still awake, OK?
went to bed and didn’t see
why every day turns out to be
a little bit more like Bukowski.
and yeah, I know he’s a pretty good read
but God who’d wanna be?
God who’d wanna be such an *******?
.
Hmm, I should probably censor it a bit. No one really comes here and there’s not really anything too bad, but the GAPAs might on their own so why not.
I’ve had this song stuck in my head for three days now. It’s starting to depress me. My friends beg me not to sing. Maybe if I post it it will go away.
(Chorus)
I would swallow my pride,
I would choke on the rinds,
but the lack thereof
would leave me empty inside.
I would swallow my doubt,
turn it inside out,
find nothing but faith in nothing.
I want to put my tender
heart in a blender,
watch it spin around
to a beautiful oblivion.
Rendezvous then I’m through with you.
I burn burn
like a wicker cabinet,
chalk white
and oh so frail.
I see our time
has gotten stale.
The tick tock
of the clock is painful,
so sane and logical.
I want to tear it off the wall.
I hear words
in clips and phrases.
I think sick
like ginger ale.
My stomach turns
and I exhale.
[Chorus]
So Cal is where
my mind states,
but it’s not my
state of mind.
I’m not as
ugly sad as you.
Or am I origami?
Folded up and
just pretend.
Demented as
the motives in your head.
[Chorus]
I alone
am the one you don’t
know you need.
Take heed.
Feed your ego.
Make me blind
when your eyes close sink.
When you get close,
tie me to the bedpost.
I alone
am the one you don’t
know you need.
You don’t know
you need me.
Make me blind
when your eyes close.
Tie me to the bedpost!
[Chorus]
Now I’m through,
with you.
Through with you!
Rendezvous,
then I’m through with you.
I have a feeling the lyricist went through a really bad breakup or something. Tune is good though.
sometimes my visions
are distant and vague
down at the base
of the mountain
once in a while I am
weak and afraid
tired and sick of it all…
I don’t believe
that my story is set
nothing is destined
or blatant
bound to this body
a world full of hate
no one will heed if I fall…
no one can see it
but you know that it’s there
guiding the steps of your soouul
holding the truth
in the cross that you bear
die with a heart that is bold
fly on the wings of despair
no one is holding you back
the call of the wild is internal
conquer the silence you fear
tomorrow will not fade to black
a new day is dawning
remember
no one can save you today
the questions are more
than the answers I know
that doesn’t mean you are lonely
searching for more
consecutive goal’s
making it worth to go on
no one can see it
but you know that it’s there
guiding the steps of your soul
holding the truth
in the cross that you bear
die with a heart that is bold
fly on the wings of despair
no one is holding you back
the call of the wild is internal
conquer the silence you fear
tomorrow will not fade to black
a new day is dawning
remember
no one can save you today
you, and you alone
is forging the path
leave your sorrows with the past
never believe
that the story is set
nothing is destined
or blatant
bound to this body
a world full of hate
no one will heed if you fall
JINGLE BELLS!! JINGLE BELLS!! JINGLE ALL THE WAY!!!!!!!!
Please, non-existent god, no. Not that! I’ll have to respond with something like Squeezebox *goes off to find lyrics to Squeezebox*
Christmas crrols in the summer are the worst. They even top ‘Yankee Doodle’ circling in your mind for 5 horrible periods…
your body may be gone, I’m gonna carry you in
in my head, in my heart, in my soul
and maybe we’ll get lucky and we’ll both live again
well I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know, don’t think so
well that is that, and this is this
you tell me what-you-want and I’ll tell you what-you-get
you get away from me… you get away from me
collected my belong’s and I left the jail
well thanks for the time, I needed to think a spell
I had to think awhile. I had to think awhile…
the ocean breathes salty, won’t you carry it in?
in your head, in your mouth, in your soul
and maybe we’ll get lucky and we’ll both grow old
well I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know, I hope so!
well that is that, and this is this
you tell me what-you-want and I’ll tell you what-you-get
you get away from me… you get away from me
collected my belong’s and I left the jail
well thanks for the time, I needed to think a spell
I had to think awhile… I had to think awhile
well that-is-that, and this-is-this
will you tell me what you saw and I’ll tell you what you missed,
when the ocean met the sky (you missed, you missed-)
you missed when time and life shook hands and said goodbye (you missed-)
when the earth folded on itself (you missed, you missed-)
and said “Good luck, for your sake I hope heaven and hell (you missed-)
are really there, but I wouldn’t hold my breath.” (you missed, you missed-)
you wasted life, why wouldn’t you waste death? (you missed, you missed-)
you wasted life, why wouldn’t you waste death?
the ocean breathes salty, won’t you carry it in?
in your head, in your mouth, in your soul…
the more we move ahead the more we’re stuck in rewind
well I don’t mind, I don’t mind, how the hell could I mind?
well that is that and this is this
you tell me what-you-want and I’ll tell you what-you-get
you get away from me… you get away from me
well that is that and this is this.
will you tell me what you saw, and I’ll tell you what you missed,
when the o-cean, met, the sky…
you wasted life, why wouldn’t you waste the afterlife?
i can do Yankee Doodle, too…..
hee hee
umm…. exactly WHAT is Squeezebox????
i have another version of Jingle Bells one of my friends made up:
Dashing through the snow
With a pair of broken skis.
O’er the fields we go
Crashing into trees.
Now i think i’m dead.
The snow is turning red.
Now i’m in the hospital
With stitches in my head!!
911, 911, 911 today!!
Oh, what fun it is to ride
in an ambulance all day!!
or even…….
now i think i’m dead
i’m lying in a rut
now i’m in the hospital
with stitches in my butt
merry christmas!!!
*dies a slow, dramatic, drawn-ouut death that makes you all cringe*
196- It’s a song by The Who that gets stuck in your head really easily. It’s already stuck in mine from just thinking about it. I’m posting it now, after doing the same as JS. *does the same as JS* All right, I’m back, and posting Squeezebox.
Mama’s got a squeeze box
She wears on her chest
And when Daddy comes home
He never gets no rest
‘Cause she’s playing all night
And the music’s all right
Mama’s got a squeeze box
Daddy never sleeps at night
Well the kids don’t eat
And the dog can’t sleep
There’s no escape from the music
In the whole damn street
‘Cause she’s playing all night
And the music’s all right
Mama’s got a squeeze box
Daddy never sleeps at night
She goes in and out and in and out and in and out and in and out
She’s playing all night
And the music’s all tight
Mama’s got a squeeze box
Daddy never sleeps at night
She goes, squeeze me, come on and squeeze me
Come on and tease me like you do
I’m so in love with you
Mama’s got a squeeze box
Daddy never sleeps at night
She goes in and out and in and out and in and out and in and out
‘Cause she’s playing all night
And the music’s all right
Mama’s got a squeeze box
Daddy never sleeps at night
La Vie Boheme from RENT
ANGEL
Who died?
BENNY
Our Akita
ANGEL, ROGER & COLLINS
Evita
BENNY
You make fun – yet I’m the one
Attempting to do some good
Or do you really want a neighborhood
Where people piss on your
Stoop every night?
Bohemia, Bohemia’s
A fallacy in your head
This is Calcutta,
Bohemia is dead
MARK
Dearly beloved we gather here to say our goodbyes
COLLINS & ROGER
Dies irae – dies illa, Kyrie eleison
Yitgadal v’yitkadash
MARK
Here she lies, no one knew her worth
The late great daughter of Mother Earth
On these nights when we
Celebrate the birth
In that little town of Bethlehem
We raise our glass – you bet your ass to –
La vie Boheme
ALL
La vie Boheme
La vie Boheme
La vie Boheme
La vie Boheme
MARK
To days of inspiration
Playing hookey, making
Something out of nothing
The need to express-
To communicate,
To going against the grain,
Going insane, going mad
To loving tension, no pension
To more than one dimension,
To starving for attention,
Hating convention, hating pretension
Not to mention of course,
Hatind dear old Mom and Dad
To riding your bike,
Midday past the three-piece suits
To fruits – to no absolutes-
To Absolut – to choice-
To the Village Voice-
To any passing fad
To being an us for once … instead of a them!!
ALL
La vie Boheme, La vie Boheme
MR. GREY
Ahhemm
MAUREEN
Hey Mister – she’s my sister
WAITER
So that’s five miso soup, four seaweed salad
Three soy burger dinner, two tofu dog platter
And one pasta with meatless balls
ROGER
Eww
COLLINS
It tastes the same
MIMI
If you close your eyes
WAITER
And thirteen orders of fries
Is that it here?
ALL
Wine and beer!
MIMI & ANGEL
To hand-crafted beers
Made in local breweries
To yoga, to yogurt, to rice and beans and cheese
To leather, to dildoes, to curry vindaloo
To huevos rancheros and Maya Angelou
MAUREEN & COLLINS
Emotion, devotion, to causing a commotion
Creation, vacation
MARK
Mucho masturbation
MAUREEN & COLLINS
Compassion, to fashion, to passion when it’s new
COLLINS
To Sontag
ANGEL
To Sondheim
FOUR GIRLS
To anything taboo
COLLINS & ROGER
Ginsberg, Dylan Cunnigham and Cage,
COLLINS
Lenny Bruse
ROGER
Langston Hughes
MAUREEN
To the stage
BOHEMIANS
To Uta. To Buddha. Pablo Neruda, too.
MARK & MIMI
Why Dorothy and Toto went over the rainbow
To blow off Auntie Em
ALL
La vie Boheme
MR. GREY
Sisters?
MAUREEN & JOANNE
We’re close
ANGELS & COLLINS
Brothers!
MARK, ANGEL & MIMI
Bisexuals, trisexuals, homo sapiens,
Carcinogens, hallucinogens, men,
Pee Wee Herman
German wine, turpetine, Gertrude Stein
Antoniotti, Bertolucci, Kurosawa
Carmina Burana
ALL
To apathy, to entropy, to empathy, ecstacy
Vaclav Havel – The Sex Pistols, 8BC
To no shame – never playing the Fame Game
COLLINS
To marijuana
ALL
To sodomy, it’s between God and me
To S & M
BENNY
Waiter … Waiter … Waiter ……. Waiter!
ALL
La vie Boheme
COLLINS
In honor of the death of Bohemia an impromptu salon
will commence immediately following dinner …
Maureen Johnson, just
back from her spectacular one-night engagement at the eleventh street lot,
will perform Native American tribal chants
backwards through her vocoder, while accompanying herself on the electric cello –
which she ain’t never studied.
ROGER
And Mark Cohen will preview his new documentary about his inability
to hold an erection on the high holy days.
MARK
And Mimi Marquez, clad only in bubble wrap,
will perform her famous lawn chair-handcuff dance to the sounds of iced tea
being stirred.
And Roger will attempt to write a bittersweet, evocative song.
That doesn’t remind us of “Musetta’s Waltz!”
COLLINS
Angel Dumott Schunard will model the latest fall fashions
from Paris while accompanying herself on the 10 gallon plastic pickle tub.
ANGEL
And Collins will recount his exploits as anarchist –
including the tale of the successful reprogramming of the M.I.T.
virtual reality equipment to self-destruct, as it broadcasts the words
ALL
“Actual reality – Act Up – Fight AIDS”
MIMI
Excuse me – did I do something wrong?
I get invited – then ignored all night long
ROGER
I’ve been trying – I’m not lying
No one’s perfect. I’ve got baggage
MIMI
Life’s too short, babe, time is flying
I’m looking for baggage that goes with mine
ROGER
I should tell you
MIMI
I got baggage too
ROGER
I should tell you
ROGER & MIMI
Baggage
ALL
Wine and beer!
MIMI
AZT break
ROGER
You?
MIMI
Me. You?
ROGER
Mimi
Church hymns, anyone?
Amazing grace
god gives us now
to save lost souls
like me………….
I once was lost
but now am found
was blind
but now I see!!!
isn’t it “Amazing grace / how sweet the sound / that saved a wretch like me”?
Yea.
I forgot some of the words so I fudged it.
It’s simply too hard
To blow out all these fragments of star
The dawn never shines
I’m condemned to this eternal night
Fly away, far away
Oh, whence I could feel you whole
There’s a light in your eyes I’ll follow
A spark of endless dreams
There’s a light in your eyes while you’re
holding me tight, it enriches my life, it
holds me spellbound
It crawls all inside
It’s the wish to back down and hide…
Like the calm sea
It’s the haven of forces within…
Fly away, far away
Oh, up this path I rode
I was searching for a reason
I lost the thread of tale
Fly away, far away
Oh, whence I could feel you whole…
There’s a light in your eyes I’ll follow
A spark of endless dreams
There’s a light in your eyes while you’re
holding me tight,
It enriches my life, holds me spellbound
On the scars of old runes, thousands of
forgotten memories and hopes
Are carved in stone, symbols of my childhood
gone! on the wind floats a dream
and hundreds of my broken promises
and oaths
Taken by the stream, artefacts of what I
waaas…
Read the signs on the trees,
written by golden leaves
Winds are howling their serenades, (serenades, serenades)
Ancient chants singing all the good aims
I betrayed
Another night has passed, and with it all
the fears and dreads are gone,
And the shadows have faded
Clouds are leaving the sky, the horizon
point out new ways to be found,
There is always a trail to follow, and it will
take you home
Follow all the scents
before light passes away
Long before the shadows fall
As covering miles in the distance
you will see
What you searched,
you will catch sight of your dreams
Dwelling forevermore,
(It’s the fatal falling,)
wander aimlessly
(on the path we
choose)
We’re searching for answers
that never appear
We’re searching for lands beyond
all limits, we’re faalliing…
Millions of emotions passed
through my heart since I’m on this Earth
But the ones that remain are the ones
we’re living for
Follow all the scents
before light passes away
Long before the shadows fall
As covering miles in the distance
you will see
What you searched,
you will catch sight of your dreams
Dwelling forevermore,
(It’s the fatal falling,)
wander aimlessly
(on the path we
choose)
We’re searching for answers
that never appear
We’re searching for lands beyond
all limits, we’re faalliing…
Oh we’re falling…
…It’s the sweetest Night of all
It’s a moment that lengthens
to eternity and more…
While the flakes soundless will fall
I hear the sound of laughter,
coming from so high above
And the promise once made
now it’s broken
The curtain slowly falls
On the angel that kissed me
It’s the Night of cruel remorse
It remains only a distant memory
of things undone…
A return to innocence
A travel back in time when everything
seems clear and pure
And the promise once made.
now it’s broken
The curtain slowly falls
On the angel that kissed me…
Cursed, cursed
That lone and threadlike figure
So shapelessly unbounded
Will haunt that empty jar
That is mee
Cursed, cursed
I’m deep into transparency
A dreamy spiral staircase
A voice, a whisper echo in the gloom
Cursed (cursed), cursed (cursed)
I sharpen all my sleeping senses
Encircle my own wish
I’ll never die!
Cursed, cursed!
A gloomy sense of sadness
Impaled my arid heart
To the sceptre of melancholy
Cursed (cursed!), cursed (cursed!)
On the stroke of my halfhour
The token has been shown
Eternal wearing the Red Death masque!
Thousand ways of living
In the end got my reward
I don’t feel alone no more
Fly away, far away
Oh, up this path I rode…
I was searching for a reason,
I lost the thread of tale
Fly away, far away
Oh… whence I could feel you whole
There’s a light in your eyes I’ll follow
A spark of endless dreams
There’s a light in your eyes
while you’re holding me tight
It enriches my life, holds me spellbound
On the scars of old runes, thousands of
forgotten memories and hopes
Are carved in stone,
symbols of my childhood gone,
on the wind floats a dream and hundreds
of my broken promises and oaths
Taken by the stream,
artefacts of what I waaas…
Read the signs on the trees,
written by golden leaves
Winds are howling their serenades,
Ancient chants singing all the good aims
I betrayed
(It’s the fatal falling,)
wander aimlesly
(on the path we choose)
We’re searching for answers
that never appear
We’re searching for lands beyond
all limits, we’re falling!
we’re faaaalliiiing…
She’s a wicked girl
worse than all the world
A mystery lies in her
she spends her days
in a violent rage
try as I might, i love her
Every time, my tears run dry
the story’s gone,
what’s left behind?
Shivers like a leaf
tossing turning gentle
it’s not hard to believe,
the girlshapedlovedrug
messes with my heart.
Do you remember the time you were the girl from Mars
I don’t know if you knew that
Oh we’d stay up late playing cards, Henry Winterman cigars
But she never told me her name
I still love you the girl from Mars.
203-that song also varies a lot from person to person/place to place. i’ve heard a lot of alternate lyrics for those few lines. apparently people don’t like them.
haha, voltaire amuses me/this is kind of sad when you think about how many people actually do say god agrees with their opinions.
apols in advance if this offends anybody for whatever reason…
God thinks all blacks are obsolete farm eqipment
God thinks the Jews killed his son and must be punished
God thinks the white man is Satan
God, they know what God thinks
God thinks we should all convert to Judaism
God thinks we must all be Christians and
God thinks we should all embrace Islam
God thinks the only true religion is Hinduism
And I
I know what God thinks
God thinks you’re a waste of flesh
God prefers an Atheist
God thinks all people like you are hateful
God thinks all people like you are an embarassment to creation
self-righteous, judgemental, first to throw the stone
and use His name for your own protection
God thinks the sun revolves around the Earth
God thinks there was something very wrong with Copernicus
God thinks abortion is murder and
God thinks everything that science gave us is wrong
God thinks women deserve it
God thinks AIDS is a form of punishment
I hate people who blame the Devil for their own shortcomings and
I hate people who thank God when things go right
And I
I know what God thinks
God thinks you’re an idiot
God prefers a heretic
God God
God thinks all people like you are hateful
God thinks all people like you are an embarassment to creation
self-righteous, judgemental, first to throw the stone
and using His name for your own agenda
God is a liberal
God is a democrat
God wants you to vote republican
never trust a man who puts his words in the mouth of god
and says it’s absolute truth
its lies and it smells like death
its all in a day’s work taking money from the poor
Why do you think that God would need your dirty money
if he wanted to start a holy war?
self-righteous, judgemental, first to throw the stone
and using His name for your own protection
God thinks puppies need to die and
God thinks babies need to drown
’cause God is neither good nor bad
God is you and me
God is Everything
Ok, need some help here. I would love to write songs, it sounds like so much fun, but i need help. I could do it im sure, but i need some pointers, becuase i have no idea where to start. I play the piano, and i want to be able to write songs on something i can relate to, and others can relate to. What should i do? Any tips?
Sorry, just one question, why when i am posting late at night does it take until morning for it to be moderated? becuase over the weekend i was up at like 11 and no one posted. Just curious.
It depends on how soundly the Administrators are sleeping. We do have insomnia sometimes. Normally, though, things come to a halt when the last of us goes to bed. Rosanne, who lives on the West Coast, often ushers through a few late-night posts before she turns in.
208- I like the last pantheistic line, but btw the judaism comment is wrong. It’s interesting, at the least. And it proves a very good point.
Hello? I am all alone!! Anyway, just one more thing, i tried to write a song once, but it didnt work, i really need help.
Rober Coontz- thanks! He he he So how late at night is that for the center of the country?
are you better at the music or the words? start with what you’re good at, and just go from there. that’s the extent of my song-writing advice (i’ve never actually written a song out, but a tape recorder in the shower would probably make up a few cds at least…
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thanks 215!!! I sing in the shower too….
Let it go,
let it roll right off your shoulder
don’t you know
the hardest part is over
let it in,
let your clarity define you
in the end
we will only just remember how it feels
our lives are made
in these small hours
these little wonders,
these twists & turns of fate
time falls away,
but these small hours,
these small hours still remain
let it slide,
let your troubles fall behind you
let it shine
until you feel it all around you
and I don’t mind
if it’s me you need to turn to
we’ll get by,
it’s the heart that really matters in the end
our lives are made
in these small hours
these little wonders,
these twists & turns of fate
time falls away,
but these small hours,
these small hours still remain
all of my regret
will wash away some how
but I can not forget
the way I feel right now
in these small hours
these little wonders
these twists & turns of fate
these twists & turns of fate
time falls away but these small hours
these small hours, still remain,
still remain
these little wonders
these twists & turns of fate
time falls away
but these small hours
these little wonders still remain
HELP?
hey! does anybody know the title and artist of this song???
alone on a train, aimless with wonder/ an outdated map crumpled in my pocket/ but I didn’t care where I was going/ they’re all different names for the same place
the coast dissappeared when the sea drwoned the sun/ I knew no words to share with anyone/ the boundaries of language I quietly cursed/ and all the different names for the same thing
Unfortunantly no.
Google say’s its ‘Different Names For the Same Things’ by Death Cab for Cutie.
Mollie are you new?
Hmm…I’ve been listening to Dilate lately, which is really weird…cos it’s thoroughly depressing and angry and hormonal.
But I don’t feel like that right now…
Right now, I feel like “A Favor House Atlantic” by Coheed and Cambria.
“Your eyes tell stories of a day
You wish you could recall the moments that once have Retrack the footsteps that have brought us to this favor
I wouldn’t ask this of you
Good eye sniper
Now I’ll shoot
You run
The words you scribbled on the walls of the loss of friends you didn’t have
I called you when the time is right
Are you in or are you out
For them all to know the end of us all…
Run quick
They’re behind us
Did you think we’d ever make it this close to safety in one piece?
Now you want to kill me in the act of what could maybe save us from sleep and what we are…
Good eye sniper
Here I’ll shoot
You run
The words you scribbled on the walls of the loss of friends you didn’t have
I called you when the time was right
Are you in or are you out
For them all to know?..
Bye bye beautiful
Don’t bother to write
Disturbed by your words and they’re calling all cars
Face step let down…face step step down
Bye bye beautiful
Don’t bother to write
Disturbed by your words and they’re calling all cars
Face step let down
Face step step down…”
The lyrics don’t fit, though.
Yo, ho, haul together,
hoist the Colors high.
Heave ho,
thieves and beggars,
never shall we die.
The king and his men
stole the queen from her bed
and bound her in her Bones.
The seas be ours
and by the powers
where we will we’ll roam.
Yo, ho, haul together,
hoist the Colors high.
Heave ho, thieves and beggars,
never say we die.
Some men have died
and some are alive
and others sail on the sea
– with the keys to the cage…
and the Devil to pay
we lay to Fiddler’s Green!
The bell has been raised
from it’s watery grave…
Do you hear it’s sepulchral tone?
We are a call to all,
pay head the squall
and turn your sail toward home!
Yo, ho, haul together,
hoist the Colors high…
Heave ho, thieves and beggars,
never say we die.
223- hmm. i wonder what movie you saw recently….
i saw the movie too! good stuff. despite orlando bloom’s ruining of everything. but i digress. cool song! xD
224- does that mean you do or do not like Orlando Bloom? I do not. He bugs me. It was funny, the group I went to see it with was split; half were a wee bit fangirly about him (not too much though) and half were annoyed by him. Heh heh.
The Mesopotamians by They Might Be Giants
We’ve been driving around
From one end of this town to the other and back
But no one’s ever seen us (No one’s ever seen us)
Driving our Econoline van (And no one’s ever heard of our band)
And no one’s ever heard of our band
We’re the Mesopotamians
Sargon, Hammurabi, Ashurbanipal, and Gilgamesh
Then they wouldn’t understand a word we say,
So we’ll scratch it all down into the clay
Half believing there will sometime come a day
Someone gives a damn
Maybe when the concrete has crumbled to sand
We’re the Mesopotamians
Sargon, Hammurabi, Ashurbanipal, and Gilgamesh
The Mesopotam-ish sun is beating down
And making cracks in the ground
But there’s nowhere else to stand
In Mesopotamia, (No one’s ever seen us)
The kingdom where we secretly reign (And no one’s ever heard of our band)
The land where we invisibly rule
As the Mesopotamians
Sargon, Hammurabi, Ashurbanipal, and Gilgamesh
This is my last stick of gum
I’m going to cut it up so everybody else gets some
Except for Ashurbanipal who says my haircut makes me look like a Mohenjo-daroan
Hey, Ashurbanipal,
I’m a Mesopotamian
Sargon, Hammurabi, Ashurbanipal, and Gilgamesh
We’re the Mesopotamians
Sargon, Hammurabi, Ashurbanipal, and Gilgamesh
“Hey, man, I thought that you were dead
I thought you crashed your car”
“No, man, I’ve been right here this whole time playing bass guitar
For the Mesopotamians”
We’re the Mesopotamians
Sargon, Hammurabi, Ashurbanipal
Sargon, Hammurabi, Ashurbanipal, and Gilgamesh
We’re the Mesopotamians
Sargon, Hammurabi, Ashurbanipal, and Gilgamesh
225-dont. he cant act. i am of the opinion that his only virtue is looks. and the “fangirly” thing proves my point
226 – Unfortunantly, that’s how people gain fame and wealth nowadays.
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yume wa towa ni yume no mama de
yasuragi wa tsune ni yume no naka de
Dreams are eternally as dreams
Serenity is always in dreams
-REGRET; the GazettE
I love that song.
Wow, I am in awe at how you people can write songs, I am determined now. Tomorrow I am going to start, if I have time, becuase it looks like a lot of fun, and I am always looking for a new song to sing!!!
229 posts already? Oh well, here’s a song (Veggietales theme song):
*Larry is playing tuba*
Bob(as he walks in from left) If you like to talk to tomatoes,
If a squash can make you smile,
If you like to waltz with potatoes,
Up and down the produce isle…
(Speaking)Have we got a show for you! *Larry nods* *cut to scenes from videos*
Chorus:Veggietales, x 8
Bob: Broccoli, celery, gotta be,
All: Veggietales!
Junior:Lima beans, collared greens, peachy keen,
All:Veggietales!
Larry: Cauiflower, sweet and sour, half an hour,
All:Veggietales! There’s never ever ever ever been a show like Vegggietales! There’s never ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever been a show like Veggietales! It’s time for Veggietaaaaaaaaaaaales! *Final blast on tuba. Laughter* Now everbody will criticize me for putting in such a stupid song, and I can pie them to get back at them! Bwa hahahahahaha haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Find the b:
ddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddbddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddd And more bwa hahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahahaha haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
I am deadly. *fines self 10000000000000000099999 boxes of virtual choklit*
218-
OMG! That’s Death Cab for Cutie a song called All Different names for the same thing I LOVE THAT GROUP If you like that song listen to Crooked Teeth by the same group
By the way I had a total Girlfriend day. Everything like matches. Isn’t that totally scary?
Kudos to whoever knows this one…
cradle and all
14th street the garbage swirls like a cyclone
three-o-clock in the afternoon
and i am going home
f-train is full of high school students
so much shouting, so much laughter
last night’s underwear
in my back pocket
sure sign of the morning after
take me home
take me home and leave me there
think i’m gonna cry, don’t know why
think i’m gonna sing myself a lullaby
feel free to listen
feel free to stare
i live in new york, new york
city that never shuts up
in the daylight everything is so gory
you can hear snatches of stranger’s sorry stories
i moved there from buffalo
but that’s nothing
the trico plant moved to mexico
left my uncle standing out in the cold
said here’s your last paycheck
have fun growing old
take me home
take me home and leave me there
think i’m gonna cry, don’t know why
think i’m gonna sing myself a lullaby
feel free to listen
feel free to stare
rockabye baby
in the tree top
when the wind blows
the cradle will rock
when the bow breaks
the cradle will fall
and down will come baby
cradle and all
youth is beauty
money is beauty
hell, beauty is beauty sometimes
it’s the luck of the draw
it’s the natural law
it’s a joke, it’s a crime
i was bored
you were bored
it was a meeting of the minds
now it’s three in the afternoon
and i can’t leave too soon
saying, thank you i had a nice time
take me home
take me home and leave me there
think i’m gonna cry, don’t know why
think i’m gonna sing myself a lullaby
feel free to listen
feel free to stare
rockabye baby
in the tree top
when the wind blows
the cradle will rock
when the bow breaks
the cradle will fall
and down will come baby
cradle and all
maybe i’ll live my whole life
just getting by
maybe i’ll be discovered
maybe i’ll be colonized
you can try to train me like a pet
you can try to teach me to behave
but i’ll tell you, if i haven’t learned it yet
i ain’t gonna sit
i Anita gonna stay
take me home
take me home and leave me there
think i’m gonna cry
don’t know why
think i’m gonna sing myself a lullaby
feel free to listen
feel free to stare
229(dancergirl13)-Almost all of the songs here are just songs musers like, not ones they have writen. But writing songs is cool. Agrrrfishi wrote this one.
Anyway, I will be back.
Any ideas for song topics are welcome!
230- I love veggie tales!!!
233 (FS)- Erm…I’ve definitely heard that song…Ani DiFranco, I think?
I Googled it, and it is.
I love those lyrics.
you look so fine
i want to break your heart
and give you mine
you’re taking me over
Oh ambiguous deity, that song makes me want to write angsty fanfiction all over the place. Cookies if you know it.
235 – Then I suggest you go here.
Swallowed In The Sea
Coldplay
You cut me down a tree
And brought it back to me
And that’s what made me see
Where I was going wrong
You put me on a shelf
And kept me for yourself
I can only blame myself
You can only blame me
And I could write a song
A hundred miles long
Well, that’s where I belong
And you belong with me
And I could write it down
Or spread it all around
Get lost and then get found
Or swallowed in the sea
You put me on a line
And hung me out to dry
And darling that’s when I
Decide to go to and see
You cut me down to size
And opened up my eyes
Made me realize
What I could not see
And I could write a book
The one, they’ll say that shook
The world, and then it took,
Took it back from me
And I could write it down
Or spread it all around
Get lost and then get found
And you’ll come back to me
Not swallowed in the sea
Ooh…
And I could write a song
A hundred miles long
Well, that’s where I belong
And you belong with me
The streets you’re walking on
A thousand houses long
Well, that’s where I belong
And you belong with me
Oh what good is it to live
With nothing left to give
Forget, but not forgive
Not loving all you see
Oh the streets you’re walking on
A thousand houses long
Well that’s where I belong
And you belong with me
Not swallowed in the sea
You belong with me
Not swallowed in the sea…
Yeah, you belong with me,
Not swallowed in the sea.
Look at the stars,
Look how they shine for you,
And everything you do,
Yeah they were all yellow,
I came along
I wrote a song for you
And all the things you do
And it was called yellow
So then I took my turn
Oh all the things I’ve done
And it was all yellow
Your skin
Oh yeah your skin and bones
Turn into something beautiful
D’you know you know I love you so
You know I love you so
I swam across
I jumped across for you
Oh all the things you do
Cause you were all yellow
I drew a line
I drew a line for you
Oh what a thing to do
And it was all yellow
Your skin
Oh yeah your skin and bones
Turn into something beautiful
D’you know for you I bleed myself dry
For you I bleed myself dry
Its true look how they shine for you
look how they shine for you
look how they shine for you
look how they shine for you
look how they shine for you
look how they shine
look at the stars look how they shine for you
Here on these cliffs of Dover
So high you can’t see over
And while your head is spinning
Hold tight
It’s just beginning…
You come from parents wanton
A child who is rough and rotten
I come from wealth and beauty
Untouched by work or duty
And oh, my love, my love…And oh, my love, my love…we both go down together
I found you a tattooed tramp
A dirty daughter from the labour camps
I laid you down in the grass of a clearing
You wept but your soul was willing
And oh, my love, my love…And oh, my love, my love…we both go down together
And my parents will never consent to this love…but I hold your hand
Meet me on my vast veranda
My sweet untouched Miranda
And while the seagulls are crying
We fall but our souls are flying
And oh, my love, my love…And oh, my love, my love…And oh, my love, my love…And oh, my love, oh my love…
We both go down together…
*cries*
Many times I’ve tried to tell you, many times I’ve cried alone
Always I’m surprised how well you cut my feelings to the bone
Don’t wanna leave you really, I’ve invested too much time
To give you up that easy, to the doubts that complicate your mind
We belong to the light, we belong to the thunder
We belong to the sound of the words we’ve both fallen under
Whatever we deny or embrace for worse or for better
We belong, we belong, we belong together
Maybe it’s a sign of weakness, when I don’t know what to say
Maybe I just wouldn’t know what to do with my strength anyway
Have we become a habit, do we distort the facts
Now there’s no looking forward, now there’s no turning back, when you say
We belong to the light, we belong to the thunder
We belong to the sound of the words we’ve both fallen under
Whatever we deny or embrace for worse or for better
We belong, we belong, we belong together
Close your eyes and try to sleep now, close your eyes and try to dream
Clear your mind and do your best to try and wash the palette clean
We can’t begin to know it, how much we really care
I hear your voice inside me, I see your face everywhere, still you say
We belong to the light, we belong to the thunder
We belong to the sound of the words we’ve both fallen under
Whatever we deny or embrace for worse or for better
We belong, we belong, we belong together
We belong to the light, we belong to the thunder
We belong to the sound of the words we’ve both fallen under
Whatever we deny or embrace for worse or for better
We belong, we belong, we belong together
We belong to the light, we belong to the thunder
We belong to the sound of the words we’ve both fallen under
Whatever we deny or embrace for worse or for better
We belong, we belong, we belong together
Is there really just one chance for
true love if a
heart breaks does it
break forever there’ll be
no more though you
want back together
you soon will start runnin baby
I know you will
Though I’ve seen it comin lately,
I love you still
How long must I keep on tryin
to change your mind
how long till there’s no denyin
we’re out of time?
(Chorus)
OK, these are probably really bad, but it took me two hours to write them, and I guess they are ok for my first songs. Please give me feedback!!! They are really bad though….
1.) Its kinda corny, but anyway. When i say prize your mind I mean your beliefs.
Some things endured
make it so hard to beam
you just want to
break out laughin and
all the hardship burst at the seams
Not everythings fun
it’s worth it in the end
but remember
there’s always someone
who wants to break and not bend
Lifes not always kind
Sometimes you dont fit in
But always, always, prize your mind
Sometimes, Somewhere,
you dont wanna go back
something was wrong
that made you close-up
but life goes there and takes you aback
Lifes not always kind
Sometimes you dont fit in
But always, always, prize your mind
Oh
Everyone has bad days
Being differents not a crime
Many wanna get away
Be unique and have a good time
Lifes not always kind
Sometimes you dont fit in
But always,
always,
prize your mind
2.) This one is worse, and also wierd, but i will put it on anyway, becuase i want to know how to improve.
I grew up in the city
always busy
buildings far as eye could see
somethin went wrong
and I just cried to sleep
I want to get away
to the place of my dreams
clear my mind away
just be free
dont wanna be bossed around
by society
people just dont understand
what goes on inside me
I want to get away
to the place of my dreams
clear my mnid away
just be free
The world is full of
segrigation
dictation
starvation
exasperation
procrastination
exaggeration
temptation
frustration
Why do i still put up with it?
Then one day
it came along
my whole world changed
in all one way
My dreams took over
were thrust upon me
I couldnt believe it
it was all over
My world filled up with
creation
formation
rotation
illumination
elevation
vegetation
relaxation
admiration
I want to get away
to the place of my dreams
clear my mind away
just be free
Well, thats all i got. I need to clear my mind of what we learned on how to write poetry, becuase our teacher told us to ELABORATE, ELABORATE, ELABORATE, and songs usually sound better without a thousand details. Please give me feedback, I enjoyed writing these, and i want to try again, but improve!!!! Thanks!!!
143-Quite nice…
I liked the first one more…I think maybe the second one gave more details than the first, so try to cut back some (on the details).
Also, it is very hard to make lists sound good. I might just work on songs that don’t have lists, and then try to incorporate them after you have even more experience.
I like how the first one ends kind of tapering off. I also sense some sort of sadness in it.
I did like them, though,-but ‘m sure somebody will get mad and pie me-I was just trying to help!
‘802’-HartmannStudios
Up in Vermont, this is how we do
We got one area code and it’s 802
Green Mountain state where we roll on skis
Don’t mess with our cows or we’ll break yo’ knees
State of Vermont where we make Bread and Jerry
Sweet maple syrup and our streets aren’t scary
Cellphone service is questionable
Farmer’s market is our biggest festival
We got out-of-state visits when our leaves are changing
Our animals are gelling ‘cuz our chickens are free-ranging
Our state capital might be 200 years old, but our dome is so blingin’ that it’s paved with gold
Anime, chess, our mascot is a’sollin
Saturday night we don’t go drinking, we go bowling
802, 802
We got seven different places to buy a pizza slice
But don’t go to Village ‘cuz that dude ain’t nice
Cuss off Angelino’s ‘cuz their pie is overpriced
What about your solie?
Yeah, that’ll surprise
Hippies always wonder about our silly stamps
We go to First and Fenton and do mad raps
One one thousand, two one thousand, three one thousand, four
Here comes Ike Tannen, knockin’ at your door
Mud season makes the roads real slow
Go huntin’ with our compound bow
The creamiest milk in the 50 states
We go on picnics and dine on paper plates
Rednecks and dairy, they’re always hating
Go through the town and we start fustigating
I like my Cabot cheddar extra sharp
Our roofs have leaks, so we patch ’em with a tarp
802, 802
We got the biggest snow piles in the USA
Yeah we made it legal, it’s okay to be gay
All-USA with the Birkenstocks
The only thing we hustling is the Grant E. Rock
Up in VT, this is how we do
We got one area code and it’s 802
Here’s one I wrote… trying to figure which chord progression works best for it.
Being in your company’s like running naked on the grass
every little bit’s exposed, but I don’t care about my past
Warm rays of sunlight slip around my skin
and summertime’s there for both of us to jump in
I wanna give you everything you could get from me
I want you to be happy, that’s all I’ll ever need
cuz lonileness and anxiety were washed away with April rain
and whenever I think of you, the feeling’s always the same
You’re the light in my eyes, the beauty inside,
the feelings exist around me and you
You’re the warmth in my heart, the face in my jar
the reason I look out the window
It’s a bit soppy, thematically, but I had some metaphors and references I wanted to try out and I was feeling pretty romantic at the time.
246-O_kay
Notice the Beatles reference in the last verse, the GnR one in the middle verse and the eastern spirituality one in the first.
248- eh, Eleanor Rigby isn’t really one of their better songs.. too sappy-trite-Pauly-cutesyness for me.. It’s still a decent song though.
Thanks red tailed hawk!!! I didnt like the list either, i was just experimenting with that one, and after all those are my very first ones. You helped alot, but unfortunately i couldnt read it before i was tempted to attempt to wright another song becuase my mom was on the computer ALL DAY (literally) yesterday. But i wrote another, and its probably even worse, but i am trying!!! This song i guess is kind of about my passion for dance, and how all my worries go away when i get to class and the music starts, and my passionate friends are there with me.I had trouble with the chorus, becuase i know what message i want to send, but i dont know quite how to say it. Maybe some suggestions? I am going to try to revise it and post it again, but i dont know how long that will take so…..anyway. Here it goes.
It’s Passion…..
when a beat starts
and the lights shine
my soul stirs
the passion is mine
hearts open up
feet start to move
our body’s start to sway
nothings there to prove
can you feel it
there’s something there
it can defeat the strongest foe
or show feelings where
my mind bursts with happiness
i start to sing
the world is nothing
when im doing my thing
there are times
when people ask why
i tell them its complicated
that it teaches me to fly
can you feel it
there’s somethin there
it can defeat the strongest foe
or show feelings where
the beat starts
the lights shine
my soul stirs
its passion…
when there’s nothing to prove
and i learn to fly
its passion…
when i start to sing
and people ask why
its passion…
can you feel it
theres something there
it can defeat the strongest foe
or show feelings where
its passion.
I better stop writing songs now becuase i get the feeling i’m just embarrising myself to the highest extent. I will leave now…
163, 172, 218- you are really good at this. I guess its just not my thing…but oh well. I will just keep on trying, and keep embarrassing myself.
190-that song is pretty good, i like songs that suggest being free and all the nature-ish stuff. That song kind of reminds me of this series i just finished called “The Lost Years of Merlin”. It is one of my favorites, its about this boy named Emrys Merlin, and he didnt have the best childhood, becuase he couldnt remember it, but anyway. He left his “mother” to try to find his past, and turned up at legendary islands that he was told stories about. He met friends, finally met his father and found out that his “mother” was his actual mother. Of course in the end he became the legendary wizard Merlin and had to fulfill his destiny, which meant leaving his beloved islands of Fincayra and the girl he fell in love with, and his wonderful family. It was a wonderful series, even though the ending was a bit sad, it was wonderful. That song just kind of had the same sense to it.
sorry, i meant 191 for that last post
when this thread is filled up are we going to get another song lyrics one? I rather enjoy it…sorry for the multiple posts!!! I keep forgetting what i want to say.
Im back………..
does any one Know “coyote”?
what is your favorite band?
246 — That’s actually quite good. I suck at writing good romance poetry…not to mention beautiful imagery, which is why I love “Under a Glass Moon” so much.
Dancergirl13-*Blush* very kind of you to say that, but I can’t take credit for either.
The first one’s by U2, and the second one’s by Melissa Etheridge. But very kind of you!!! Many of the songs here are songs by other people. 
I need to learn from YOU!!! I really need help writing songs. *dies*
Oh, wow that was…wierd of me. I know alot here are by others, but i guess i figured people would specify, sorry. Well they were good songs to post!!! I dont have much advice considering i only tried to write any songs what like a day or two ago? But i do suggest this:
get a rhyming dictionary
get a thesauras
someone else told me this, i think post 215, to start with either the words or the melody first, whatever your best at
also, i think of the words kind of as poetry, it helps me a little, although i am still totally embarassed at my horrible list song
I am sure you are probably better at this than I, becuase i just play and/or dance to music, not write it. I just thought it looked like fun! And you gave me good advice about improving my songs, so you seem like you know how to do it. Good luck!!!
wow, i went back and read all my posts and relize that was right, i have embarassed myself to a very high extent.
Does anybody know Pretty Maids all in a row?
Hi there, how are you?
It’s been a long time,
Seems like we’ve come a long way
My but we learn so slow
And heroes they come and they gooo
And leave us behind
As if we’re supposed to know
Whhhhhhyyyyyyyyyy
Why do we lift up our hearts to the past, yeah
And why must we grow up so fast?
Things to remember
Places to go
Pretty madis all in a row
All in a roooooooowwwwwwwwww
246- Nice. I cought the Beatles reference, but not the GnR one.
250- I like that one. Esspecally the “its passion…/when there’s nothing to prove/and i learn to fly” lines.
251- *blush* I didn’t write that, sorry. That’s by Kamelot, it’s called Wings of Despair and its a really good song. I really think you should head over to Poems&Songs though, you’ll find more people who write poetry and songs. That’s where I post the stuff I write. We need more writers there!!
Here’s some Simon and Garfunkel (man I love them…)
Hello darkness my old friend
I’ve come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly is creeping
Left it’s seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
With it the sounds of silence
In restless dreams I walked alone
Down narrow streets of cobblestone
Beneath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
Split the night
And touched the sounds of silence
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never shared
No one dared
Disturb the sounds of silence
Fools, said I, you do not know
That silence like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Feel my arms that I might reach you
But my words, like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the walls of silence
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they named
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said, the words of the prophets
Are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls
And whispered in the sounds
Of silence
249- yes it is!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I like it too much.
Thanks Jadestone!!! I figured you hadnt wrote it, I just liked it alot. I agree with 261, Eleanor Rigby is one of my favorite Beatle songs!!! Along with Blackbird, Michelle, and Here comes the Sun.
261- I love simon & garfunkel. homeward bound is one of my favorites
Does anybody listen to Wicked music
For Good;
I’m limited
“just look at me”
I’m limited
And just look at you, you can do all I couldn’t do
Glinda
So now its up to you
“for both of us”
So now it’s up to you
I’ve heard it said that people come into our lives
For a reason, bringing something we must learn
and we are led to those who help us most to grow
If we let them, and we help them in return
Well I dont know if I believe that’s true
But I know I’m who I am today because
I knew you
Like a comet pulled from orbit
as it passes a sun
Like a stream that meets a boulder,
halfway through the woods
Who can say if I’ve been changed for the better
But, because I knew you
I have been changed for good
It well may be that we will never meet again
In this lifetime
So let me say before we part
So much of me is mad of what I learned from you
You’ll be with me like a handprint on my heart
And now whatever way our stories end
I know you have rewritten mine
by being my friend
Like a ship blown from its moorings by a wind off the sea
Like a seed dropped by a skybird in a distant wood
who can say if I’ve been changed for the better but
Because I knew you
Because I knew you
I have been changed for good
And just to clear the air
I ask forgiveness for the things I’ve done you blame me for
But then again, I guess we know there’s blame to share
And none of it seems to matter anymore
am i gunna be pied? or should i sing? Im brand new =]
i cant wait to fall in love with you
you cant wait to fall in love with me!
this just cant be summer love baby
this just cant be summer love you’ll see
264-Welcome!!! *sends a pie if you don’t want me to throw it*
264- Hello! Head over to the Welcome, Newcomers! thread to be properly greeted, but *pies*
The Doom Song!
Doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom!
I think that it’s longer than that, actually.
This is my favorite song right now, if you haven’t heard it before, you need to, and then go on YouTube and watch the music video. Amazing video, really moving.
If Everyone Cared by Nickelback
From underneath the trees, we watch the sky
confusing stars with satellites
I never dreamed that you’d be mine
But here we are, we’re here tonight
Singing Amen, I, I’m alive (I’m alive)
Singing Amen, I, I’m alive
If everyone cared and nobody cried
If everyone loved and nobody lied
If everyone shared and swallowed their pride
Then we’d see the day, when nobody died
And I’m singing
A, Amen I, Amen I, I’m alive
Amen I, Amen I, Amen I, I’m alive
And in the air the fireflies
Our only light in paradise
would show the world they were wrong
And teach them all to sing along
Singing Amen, I, I’m alive (I’m alive)
Singing A, Amen, I, I’m alive
If everyone cared and nobody cried
If everyone loved and nobody lied
If everyone shared and swallowed their pride
Then we’d see the day, when nobody died
If everyone cared and nobody cried
If everyone loved and nobody lied
If everyone shared and swallowed their pride
Then we’d see the day, when nobody died
When nobody died…
ahh ahh…
And as we lie beneath the stars
We realize how small we are
If they could love like you and me
Imagine what the world could be
If everyone cared and nobody cried
If everyone loved and nobody lied
If everyone shared and swallowed their pride
Then we’d see the day, when nobody died
If everyone cared and nobody cried
If everyone loved and nobody lied
If everyone shared and swallowed their pride
Then we’d see the day, when nobody died
We’d see the day, we’d see the day
When nobody died…
We’d see the day, we’d see the day
When nobody died…died…!
We’d see the day when nobody died
Oh Allmighty Satan, spare my ears the torture of artistic abominations such as pop punk bands like Nickelback.
267-i love the doom song! *sings along*
269-i like that
I HERE YOU KNOCK-ING, BUT YOU CAN’T_COme in!
270- Torture? Artistic abominations? Have you ever heard anything by Nickelback? Do you now how amazing the music video is? Don’t insult it before you know what it is.
274: Do you know how little Nickelback can actually play? That their genre is based on one single chord? They can’t hold a candle to the complex melodies and harmonies, polyrythms and pure virtuosity contained in other genres. Punk pop is horrendous, and Nickelback, like every other band in the genre, couldn’t play something decent to save their lives.
275- I didn’t post the lyrics to get in a pointless argument with a jerk like you about how good the band is. I posted because it is a good song. Maybe you should just shut up once in a while and respect other people’s opinions and preferences.
Notice from the GAPAs: Don’t be surprised to find profanity unceremoniously snipped from your comments.
276: I can’t help it if Nickelback suck. The fact that people who play as bad as they do actually make money while geniuses like Ihsahn who actually took composition lessons have to work their arses off to get enough money to record something because they care deeply for their music get nothing is appalling.
And hey, Musebloggers, blog nice!
Mean posts are at risk of snippage too.
And impede freedom of speech? These things have to be said. There is great injustice in the music business, and saying so isn’t ‘mean’. Nickelback are bad, plain and simple.
(279) Then take this discussion to the Music thread where it would be more appropriate. Song Lyrics is just that, a place to post song lyrics people like or find meaningful, sucky or not.
280 – FS, I think one can discuss a band’s relative suckiness without being mean. It takes more effort but it will probably make more of an impact.
And for the record, my “stop the meanness” comment wasn’t directed at you in particular.
Rebecca has a point, though — this is the lyrics thread!
Here’s a line to lyrics I wrote for my brother when we were teens and he was learning to play the guitar:
Crystal chandeliers hanging upside down.
That’s the only line I can remember…
Yay! The GAPAs are stepping in to stop the mean posts! *Sends thankeyouchocolate*
The Happy Now HAWK
Doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom
That is supposed to be sung in a spaceship in a really annoying voice by a defective robot. Just so that people know.
Happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy,
Very sorry-I’m just excited this morning!!!
The Excited HAWK
Savin’ Me
Prison gates won’t open up for me
On these hands and knees I’m crawlin’
Oh, I reach for you
Well I’m terrified of these four walls
These iron bars can’t hold my soul in
All I need is you
Come please I’m callin’
And oh I scream for you
Hurry I’m fallin’, I’m fallin’
Show me what it’s like
To be the last one standing
And teach me wrong from right
And I’ll show you what I can be
Say it for me
Say it to me
And I’ll leave this life behind me
Say it if it’s worth saving me
Heaven’s gates won’t open up for me
With these broken wings I’m fallin’
And all I see is you
These city walls ain’t got no love for me
I’m on the ledge of the eighteenth story
And oh I scream for you
Come please I’m callin’
And all I need from you
Hurry I’m fallin’, I’m fallin’
Show me what it’s like
To be the last one standing
And teach me wrong from right
And I’ll show you what I can be
Say it for me
Say it to me
And I’ll leave this life behind me
Say it if it’s worth saving me
Hurry I’m fallin’
All I need is you
Come please I’m callin’
And oh, I scream for you
Hurry I’m fallin’, I’m fallin’, I’m fallin’
Show me what it’s like
To be the last one standing
And teach me wrong from right
And I’ll show you what I can be
Say it for me
Say it to me
And I’ll leave this life behind me
Say it if it’s worth saving me
Hurry I’m fallin’
Far Away
This time, This place
Misused, Mistakes
Too long too late
Who was I to make you wait
Just one chance
Just one breath
Just in case there’s just one left
‘Cause you know, you know, you know
I love you
I’ve loved you all along
I miss you
Been far away for far too long
I keep dreaming you’ll be with me
and you’ll never go
Stop breathing if
I don’t see you anymore
On my knees, I’ll ask
Last chance for one last dance
‘Cause with you, I’d withstand
All of Hell to hold your hand
I’d give it all
I’d give for us
Give anything, but I won’t give up
‘Cause you know, you know, you know
That I love you
I loved you all along
And I miss you
Been far away for far too long
I keep dreaming you’ll be with me
and you’d never go
Stop breathing if
I don’t see you anymore
So far away
So far away
far away for far too long
So far away
So far away
far away for far too long
But you know, you know, you know
I wanted
I wanted you to stay
‘Cause I needed
I need to hear you say
I love you
I loved you all along
And I forgive you
For being away for far too long
So keep breathing
‘Cause I’m not leaving you anymore
Believe it
Hold on to me,and never let me go
Keep breathing
‘Cause I’m not leaving you anymore
Believe it
hold on to me never let me go
Keep breathing
hold on to me, never let me go
Keep breathing
hold on to me, never let me go
285-why are you so excited???
So can I post here now? I couldn’t earlier, after those two posts(286-287)…
Why can’t I post?
Ack. So I can post, but I can’t post lyrics? I was going to post Thou Shalt Always Kill by Dan Le Sac vs Scroobius Pip, but I can’t. Anyway, it’s very funny and very true. The music video is pretty good too, sorry, I sincerely recommend you look it up.
The lyrics may have fallen afoul of our spam filter. Certain words trigger an automatic zap.
Too bad. It’s a great song. Thou Shalt Not question Stephen Fry… lol… realize’s she’s probably the only one who gets that.
Wow. We had the Doom song and then the Happy song right next to each other. I read that that means that it is a good doom. Yay!
291 – Be careful that your post doesn’t include the “f” word. The “f” word triggers an automatic snippage.
C’mon, people,
Let’s post some songs!
Maybe even play a little
Ping-pong
Title: Random, by RtH just this minute.
Hmm. Reading it over, yeah, I can see why it would go to the spam pile. The entire song is mostly a guy talking along with the music- I forget what that’s called. There are some really great lines though. My favorites are:
Thou shalt not make repetitive generic music, thou shalt not make repetitive generic music, thou shalt not make repetitive generic music, thou shalt not make repetitive generic music.
Thou shalt spell the word “Phoenix†P-H-E-O-N-I-X, not P-H-O-E-N-I-X, regardless of what the Oxford English Dictionary tells you.
Thou shalt not think any male over the age of 30 that plays with a child that is not their own is a pedophile – Some people are just nice.
Some are more serious than others. (i.e. “Thou shalt not pimp my ride ” vs. “Thou shalt give equal worth to tragedies that occur in non-English speaking countries as to those that occur in English speaking countries. “)
(293) Actually, Sobriquet, thanks to your QI recommendation a few months ago, there might be a few who get that.
298- YouTube has taken down almost all of the videos, unfortunately. I am completely obsessed with that show. It’s nice to know somebody was paying attention, thanks!
293- Didn’t Stephen Fry read some book on tape? Yeah, that’s the only way I would know about it; I’m such a bookworm.
Does anyone know the lyrics to “Hazel Eyes, I will lead you,” by (or at least sung by) Josephine Foster? Not to be confused with a song called “Hazel Eyes” which comes up if you search “Hazel Eyes lyrics.” I’m off to google now. It’s a lovely song.
Oh, never mind. They lack their beauty without the lovely music.
300- Yes, he reads a lot of books on tape; most famously the Hitchhiker books and Harry Potter (lovely voice.) Actually, because he recorded the last HP book already, he is one of probably 5 people who knows how it ends. I think he’s written several books of his own, though. Ack, getting very off topic. Sorry.
302- I think he recorded Montmorency, too. Or maybe it was something else… Nope, it was Montmorency.
Can we have a new thread becuase this one takes a LONG time to load!