The Lyrics Thread
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» the_worm replied on Thu Jun 19, 2008 @ 3:39pm |
 Coolness: 61050 | ok but still...those goons are SICK!
'm enslaving woman from Ukraine, they don't understand english but they understand pain, It's the language of anguish your situations hopeless, decieved into dancing topless then force you into prostitution with coke heads police keep the silence while you sleep with clients you prostest you won't eat and you get beat like a child does" dude you have to be mental,just imagine parents when they catch their kids listening to this: hey son what are you listening some necro ah ok,the lyrics are really good... |
| I'm feeling in a box right now.. | |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Screwhead replied on Thu Jun 19, 2008 @ 3:41pm |
 Coolness: 685585 | I've always loved the wikkid shit.. It's like a horror movie, but as a song! |
| I'm feeling airconditioned bliss right now.. | |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» GRASP replied on Sat Jun 21, 2008 @ 4:39pm |
 Coolness: 65295 | Excitable Boy - Written By Warren Zevon
Well, he went down to dinner in his Sunday best Excitable boy, they all said And he rubbed the pot roast all over his chest Excitable boy, they all said He took in the four a.m. show at the Clark Excitable boy, they all said And he bit the usherette's leg in the dark Excitable boy, they all said Well, he's just an excitable boy He took little Suzie to the Junior Prom Excitable boy, they all said And he raped her and killed her, then he took her home Excitable boy, they all said Well, he's just an excitable boy After ten long years they let him out of the home Excitable boy, they all said And he dug up her grave and built a cage with her bones Excitable boy, they all said Well, he's just an excitable boy |
| I'm feeling a gaping mangina right now.. | |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» DCRn replied on Thu Jun 26, 2008 @ 11:46am |
 Coolness: 158230 | Curse of Milhaven by Nick Cave
(everytime I hear it, I can see a 50s-esque musical with a young serial killer skipping from one murder to another) I live in a town called Millhaven And it's small and it's mean and it's cold But if you come around just as the sun goes down You can watch the whole town turn to gold It's around about then that I used to go a-roaming Singing "La la la la La la la lie" All God's children they all gotta die My name is Loretta but I prefer Lottie I'm closing in on my fifteenth year And if you think you have seen a pair of eyes more green Then you sure didn't see them around here My hair is yellow and I'm always a-combing La la la la La la la lie Mama often told me we all got to die You must have heard about The Curse Of Millhaven How last Christmas Bill Blake's little boy didn't come home They found him next week in One Mile Creek His head bashed in and his pockets full of stones Well, just imagine all the wailing and moaning La la la la La la la lie Even little Billy Blake's boy, he had to die Then Professor O'Rye from Millhaven High Found nailed to his door his prize-winning terrier Then next day the old fool brought little Biko to school And we all had to watch as he buried her His eulogy to Biko had all the tears a-flowing La la la la La la la lie Even God's little creatures, they have to die Our little town fell into a state of shock A lot of people were saying things that made little sense Then the next thing you know the head of Handyman Joe Was found in the fountain of the Mayor's residence Foul play can really get a small town going La la la la La la la lie Even God's children all have to die Then, in a cruel twist of fate, old Mrs Colgate Was stabbed but the job was not complete The last thing she said before the cops pronounced her dead Was, "My killer is Loretta and she lives across the street!" Twenty cops burst through my door without even phoning La la la la La la la lie The young ones, the old ones, they all gotta die Yes, it is I, Lottie. The Curse Of Millhaven I've struck horror in the heart of this town Like my eyes ain't green and my hair ain't yellow It's more like the other way around I gotta pretty little mouth underneath all the foaming La la la la La la la lie Sooner or later we all gotta die Since I was no bigger than a weavil they've been saying I was evil That if bad was a boot that I'd fit it That I'm a wicked young lady, but I've been trying hard lately Oh, fuck it! I'm a monster! I admit it! It makes me so mad my blood really starts a-going La la la la La la la lie Mama always told me that we all gotta die Yeah, I drowned the Blakey kid, stabbed Mrs. Colgate, I admit Did the handyman with his circular saw in his garden shed But I never crucified little Biko, that was two junior high school psychos Stinky Bohoon and his friend with the pumpkin-sized head I'll sing to the lot, now you got me going La la la la La la la lie All God's children have all gotta die There were all the others, all our sisters and brothers You assumed were accidents, best forgotten Recall the children who broke through the ice on Lake Tahoo? Everyone assumed the Warning signs had followed them to the bottom Well, they're underneath the house where I do quite a bit of stowing La la la la La la la lie Even twenty little children, they had to die And the fire of '91 that razed the Bella Vista slum There was the biggest shit-fight this country's ever seen Insurance companies ruined, land lords getting sued All cause of wee girl with a can of gasoline Those flames really roared when the wind started blowing La la la la La la la lie Rich man, poor man, all got to die Well I confessed to all these crimes and they put me on trial I was laughing when they took me away Off to the asylum in an old black Mariah It ain't home, but you know, it's fucking better than jail It ain't such bad old place to have a home in La la la la La la la lie All God's children they all gotta die Now I got shrinks that will not rest with their endless Rorschach tests I keep telling them they're out to get me They ask me if I feel remorse and I answer, "Why of course! There is so much more I could have done if they'd let me!" So it's Rorschach and Prozac and everything is groovy Singing La la la la La la la lie All God's children they all have to die La la la la La la la lie I'm happy as a lark and everything is fine Singing La la la la La la la lie Yeah, everything is groovy and everything is fine Singing La la la la La la la lie All God's children they gotta die |
| I'm feeling your mom right now.. | |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» w.c.forcefields replied on Thu Jul 3, 2008 @ 2:02pm |
 Coolness: 37210 | SWV - downtown
You gotta go downtown That's the way to my love Take it round and round Oooh, you can't stop 'til you find my love Go downtown, To taste the sweetness Will be enough That's the love that you've been dreaming of |
| I'm feeling the rap music right now.. | |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» GRASP replied on Fri Jul 4, 2008 @ 6:06pm |
| Coolness: 65295 | shit! SWV! |
| I'm feeling the fap! right now.. | |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Dr_Jwa replied on Fri Jul 4, 2008 @ 11:11pm |
 Coolness: 66975 | I feel sublime, as in the best fuckin' band ever... la poésie et la musique comme jamais l'univers n'aura connu...
R O M E O ---------------------------------------- I have a secret place inside my mind, where I keep hidden inspiration you will find. And when my petty anger goes to my head, you'll find I'm better off dead. Oh, and I don't hold the key, to find out what is killing me, its, been so long but somehow i just still care, I am a Romeo, am a Romeo, with no place to go Sometimes I think you hate me, hang up the phone, but take a closer look, this hate I feel is my own. So many times I've loved you, more than myself, it's time to take that love and put it on the shelf. Oh, and when I hold you tight, it makes me want to scream and fight. Love turned to hate, some how it's just, how it's just, how it's just to late. I am a Romeo, am a Romeo with no place to go Rock the reggae music, cuz it sounds so fine, right! When I hold you tight, in my arms you are mine, but in the morning when I wake up and I still feel the same, I know something goin on and I know who's to blame. Everytime I tell you I'm the real Romeo, it fills my soul and heart with anger, pain, and sorrow. Cuz' something's going on and I think you should know, so listen to my rhyme, cuz this is how it goes: In a tight mini short in a short mini skirt, it feels so wrong and it feels so right. the more I think about it your a pain in the ass, I told you many times, this time it's gonna last. Want the kind of woman who can make me feel right, not sloppy drunk sex on a Saturday night. cuz, I am a Romeo, am a Romeo with no place to go Pull up your honey if you gotta one see, because your down with the style, cuz your down with me. oh, rig the selector when your on the mixer, along with Peter Mitchell upon the echo chamber. Two, one, no they must see but no, they can't test me. Two, three of them come and say you can't test me. Because me rock the reggae music in a different stylee. Me rock the kinda reggae music right on time, because your down with the band that they call Sublime, right? Don't take it too slow, don't take me wrong, me know which way to go, me, me, me all right, me rock the reggae music day and all night. Makes you wanna explode, makes me wanna explode, makes me wanna explode, makes you wanna explode, sometimes it makes you wanna explode. B A D F I S H-------------------------------- When you grab a hold of me You tell me that I'll never be set free I'm a parasite, creep and crawl I step into the night. Two pints of booze Tell me are you a badfish too? Are you a badfish too? Ain't got no money to spend I know the night will never end Lord knows I'm weak Won't somebody get me off of this reef Baby your a big blue whale Grab the reef when all duck diving fails I swim but wish I never learned The water's too polluted with germs I dive deep when it's ten feet overhead Grab the reef underneath my bed Ain't got no quarrels with god Ain't got no time to grow old Lord knows I'm weak Won't somebody get me off of this reef Ain't got no quarrels with God Ain't got no time to grow old Lord knows I'm weak Won't somebody get me off of this reef |
| I'm feeling fuckin' sublime right now.. | |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» w.c.forcefields replied on Wed Jul 9, 2008 @ 11:44am |
| Coolness: 37210 | masta ace inc. - sittin on chrome
He once was a dog from around the way... (so you better take it) Eazy! (and I'm sittin on chrome) He once was a dog from around the way... (so you better take it) Eazy! (and I'm sittin on chrome) I just got paid... It's Friday night... I'm sittin on chrome... And I'm feelin alright... [Verse One:] Take it EZ, like E cuz I be Lettin niggaz know what time it is when it comes to me You can't find us here anywhere and I tear you a new asshole, as beautiful as gold Look at your reflection in my shine, find pissy hallways are always on my mind But not tonight, I'm sittin on chri-dome Makin more waves than my cellular phi-done Mental energy from within keeps me higher than anything rolled and set on fire let me try a little somethin new, grand cuz what I am is mathematic, I must to blow your static if I can I.N.C., Crew I thought you knew That's how you do well check it this is how I do [Chorus] [Verse Two:] I'm sittin on C-H, R-O-M-E Sippin Brass Monkey, Digga got the Remi Martin I'm startin to feel like I wanna Hit the strip spot and I think that I'm gonna I see my nigga Jose, "Mida, que pasa?" We goin to the spot, need a ride? I gotcha So come on in, come on in, come on in It's like fire when you see my chrome spin I paid the valet, I stepped to the stage I think I wanna play with the girl in the cage Lap dance, lap dance, lap dance Baby look I got trouble in my pants I just checked my wallet, no more dough I just paid your rent and now I gotta go She did me till I's done, smooth like Bally I walked outside, they said that they ain't got no valet Somebody caught me slippin, dipped with my ride But we gonna catch they ass on the B-Side [Chorus] I just got paid... It's Friday night... I'm sittin on chrome... And I'm feelin alright... [Verse Three:] You can't I-N-C me, the Ace niguh, so be ghost like Amity- -ville horror, till tomorrow, you're done So jet like Delta, I'm Fly like the Nun My mental state's, more Great than the Lakes I'm Superior, it's Erie how I breaks Niggaz down, with the sound as I shine One time, and the chrome is the mind |
| I'm feeling the rap music right now.. | |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Daf replied on Wed Jul 9, 2008 @ 11:57am |
 Coolness: 185350 | Originally Posted By DR_JWA I FEEL SUBLIME, AS IN THE BEST FUCKIN' BAND EVER... LA POÉSIE ET LA MUSIQUE COMME JAMAIS L'UNIVERS N'AURA CONNU... R O M E O
haaaaa tellement une de mes préférés de l'un de mes bands préférés!! y'a a tellement que j'aime! haha si t'aimes Sublime tu dois connaîtres Toots and the Maytals (si non et bien tu sais quoi faire!!) Anyway voici une autre de Sublime que j'adore Doin' Time summertime and the livin's easy and bradley's on the microphone w/ ras m.g. all the people in the dance will agree that we are well qualified to represent the LBC me and louie run to the party dance to the rhythm it gets harder me and my girl we got this relationship i love her so bad but she treats me like... on lock down like a penitentiary she spreads her lovin' all over and when she gets home there’s none left for me [chorus] oh take this veil from off my eyes My burning sun will someday rise so what am i gonna be doin' for a wife said i'm gonna play with myself show them how we come off the shelf [chorus] evil i've come to tell you that she's evil most definately evil ornery scandalous and evil most definately the tension is getting hotter i'd like to hold her head underwater |
| I'm feeling kiss me, im shitface right now.. | |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Dr_Jwa replied on Thu Jul 10, 2008 @ 10:16am |
| Coolness: 66975 | La musique c'est ma vie, et non seulement Toots est un semi-dieu mais il est aussi une des plus grandes sources d'inspiration de Brad, un bon exemple en ce chef d'oeuvre musical:
TOOTS & THE MAYTALS 54-46 That's My Number Stick it up, mister! Hear what I say, sir, yeah... Get your hands in the air, sir! And you will get no hurt, mister, no no no I said yeah What did I say? Don't you hear? I said yeah (yeah yeah) Listen to what I say (what I say) Do you believe I would take something with me And give it to the police man? I wouldn't do that, now listen to me one more time I wouldn't do that And if I do that, I would say "sir, put the charge on me" I wouldn't do that No, I wouldn't do that I'm not a fool to hurt myself So I was innocent of what they done to me They was wrong Listen to me, they were wrong Give it to me one time Give it to me two time Give it to me three time Give it to me four time 54 46 was my number Right now, someone else has that number |
| I'm feeling fuckin' sublime right now.. | |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» DCRn replied on Thu Jul 10, 2008 @ 10:27am |
| Coolness: 158230 | The devil went down to Georgia, he was looking for a soul to steal.
He was in a bind 'cos he was way behind: he was willin' to make a deal. When he came across this young man sawin' on a fiddle and playin' it hot. And the devil jumped upon a hickory stump and said: "Boy let me tell you what: "I bet you didn't know it, but I'm a fiddle player too. "And if you'd care to take a dare, I'll make a bet with you. "Now you play a pretty good fiddle, boy, but give the devil his due: "I bet a fiddle of gold against your soul, 'cos I think I'm better than you." The boy said: "My name's Johnny and it might be a sin, "But I'll take your bet, your gonna regret, 'cos I'm the best that's ever been." Johnny you rosin up your bow and play your fiddle hard. 'Cos hells broke loose in Georgia and the devil deals it hard. And if you win you get this shiny fiddle made of gold. But if you lose, the devil gets your soul. The devil opened up his case and he said: "I'll start this show." And fire flew from his fingertips as he resined up his bow. And he pulled the bow across his strings and it made an evil hiss. Then a band of demons joined in and it sounded something like this. When the devil finished, Johnny said: "Well you're pretty good ol' son. "But if you'll sit down in that chair, right there, and let me show you how its done." Fire on the moun, run boys, run. The devil's in the house of the risin' sun. Chicken in the bread pin, pickin' out dough. "Granny, does your dog bite?" "No, child, no." The devil bowed his head because he knew that he'd been beat. He laid that golden fiddle on the ground at Johnny's feet. Johnny said: "Devil just come on back if you ever want to try again. "I told you once, you son of a bitch, I'm the best that's ever been." And he played fire on the mount, run boys, run. The devil's in the house of the risin' sun. Chicken in the bread pin pickin' out dough. "Granny, does your dog bite?" "No, child, no." |
| I'm feeling your mom right now.. | |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Rakoon replied on Thu Jul 10, 2008 @ 10:34am |
 Coolness: 175435 | Pourquoi il n'Y a pas detoune sur le général Tao!
J'veux du général tao :( |
| I'm feeling yaaaaaay! right now.. | |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» DCRn replied on Thu Jul 10, 2008 @ 11:12am |
| Coolness: 158230 | J'en trouve pas 0_o;
Ghost Rider in the Sky! An old cowboy went riding out one dark and windy day Upon a ridge he rested as he went along his way When all at once a mighty herd of red eyed cows he saw A-plowing through the ragged sky and up the cloudy draw Their brands were still on fire and their hooves were made of steel Their horns were black and shiny and their hot breath he could feel A bolt of fear went through him as they thundered through the sky For he saw the Riders coming hard and he heard their mournful cry Yippie yi Ohhhhh Yippie yi yaaaaay Ghost Riders in the sky Their faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred, their shirts all soaked with sweat He's riding hard to catch that herd, but he ain't caught 'em yet 'Cause they've got to ride forever on that range up in the sky On horses snorting fire As they ride on hear their cry As the riders loped on by him he heard one call his name If you want to save your soul from Hell a-riding on our range Then cowboy change your ways today or with us you will ride Trying to catch the Devil's herd, across these endless skies Yippie yi Ohhhhh Yippie yi Yaaaaay Ghost Riders in the sky Ghost Riders in the sky Ghost Riders in the sky |
| I'm feeling your mom right now.. | |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Daf replied on Thu Jul 10, 2008 @ 11:23am |
| Coolness: 185350 | Originally Posted By DR_JWA LA MUSIQUE C'EST MA VIE, ET NON SEULEMENT TOOTS EST UN SEMI-DIEU MAIS IL EST AUSSI UNE DES PLUS GRANDES SOURCES D'INSPIRATION DE BRAD, UN BON EXEMPLE EN CE CHEF D'OEUVRE MUSICAL: TOOTS & THE MAYTALS 54-46
oh je sais, contente d'entendre de si bon commentaire sur une si bonne musique sur ce forum :D |
| I'm feeling kiss me, im shitface right now.. | |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Dr_Jwa replied on Thu Jul 10, 2008 @ 11:28am |
| Coolness: 66975 | The Man in black de Johnny Cash... une oeuvre qui ne cessera de m'omnubiler!
Well, you wonder why I always dress in black, Why you never see bright colors on my back, And why does my appearance seem to have a somber tone. Well, there's a reason for the things that I have on. I wear the black for the poor and the beaten down, Livin' in the hopeless, hungry side of town, I wear it for the prisoner who has long paid for his crime, But is there because he's a victim of the times. I wear the black for those who never read, Or listened to the words that Jesus said, About the road to happiness through love and charity, Why, you'd think He's talking straight to you and me. Well, we're doin' mighty fine, I do suppose, In our streak of lightnin' cars and fancy clothes, But just so we're reminded of the ones who are held back, Up front there ought 'a be a Man In Black. I wear it for the sick and lonely old, For the reckless ones whose bad trip left them cold, I wear the black in mournin' for the lives that could have been, Each week we lose a hundred fine young men. And, I wear it for the thousands who have died, Believen' that the Lord was on their side, I wear it for another hundred thousand who have died, Believen' that we all were on their side. Well, there's things that never will be right I know, And things need changin' everywhere you go, But 'til we start to make a move to make a few things right, You'll never see me wear a suit of white. Ah, I'd love to wear a rainbow every day, And tell the world that everything's OK, But I'll try to carry off a little darkness on my back, 'Till things are brighter, I'm the Man In Black. |
| I'm feeling fuckin' sublime right now.. | |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» DCRn replied on Wed Jul 30, 2008 @ 11:32am |
| Coolness: 158230 | Waiting for the Beat to Kick In - Dan le Sac vs Scroobius Pip
The song is too long to show all of it but I'll show some very thoughtful parts of it :D It's about a man meeting "guides" during a dream, Mr.Scrooge style. "Awkwardly I looked away and kinda played with my beard, And he cleared his throat for a second and said "Listen here, In this life you can be oh so smart or oh so pleasant, For years I was smart, I reccommend pleasant, Being smart can make you rich and bring respect and reverence, But the rewards of being pleasant are far more incandescent" "Now I'm sure you've had times when you've felt down or angry, Wanted to lash out, punch a wall and be manly, But the question I pose now will offer you a plan B, And maybe some peace and quiet for your friends and family, How hard is it to decide to be in a good mood, And then just be.. in.. a good mood? That's all I have to say because it's a straight up fact, You control your emotions it's as simple as that", He walked off then, leaving me to contemplate this brief encounter," "Basically what I'm trying to say to you is, You don't achieve anything by letting the past rule within you, Getting all pent up and angry about stuff just eats away inside you, What's that other line of yours.. 'If you can't forgive and forget, How's this, Forget forgivin' and just accept that that's it', See that's how it's gotta be." "See you can live your life in control and be nice, But even that will not promise you a happy life, You may think yourself in general to be a nice guy, But I'm telling you now - that right there is a lie, Even the nicest of guys has some nasty within 'em, You don't have to be backlit to be the villain, Whether it be greed lust or just plain vindictiveness, There's a level of benevolence inside all of us, You can paint yourself an image and live in your own little dream, But this ain't a dream, it's one big silver screen, So when you think you've got your happy ending don't ever forget it, It ain't over til you hear the sound of your end credits, You'll be waiting for the beat to kick in, But it never does" Such a good, good song. |
| I'm feeling fretful right now.. | |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Skicks replied on Sun Aug 10, 2008 @ 9:56pm |
 Coolness: 176715 | S3RL - Little Kandi Raver
(Boy) Little kandi raver. She's my number 1. And everytime I c her movin, She's always havin fun. She's my little kandi raver. C her shake her thing. I love 2 c her dance, I love 2 hear her sing. (Girl) Kandi boy raver, He's the 1 4 me. And when the music starts 2 play, He'll B dancing 2 the beat. He's my kandi boy raver, Movin with the flow. When he holds me tight, Don't wanna let him go. Everytime I listen to it, I can clearly picture my girlfriend and I singing this song! <3 |
| I'm feeling ^___^ right now.. | |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Screwhead replied on Mon Aug 11, 2008 @ 12:10am |
| Coolness: 685585 | That song, you, and your girlfriend, make me want to vomit. |
| I'm feeling fucking horny right now.. | |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Skicks replied on Mon Aug 11, 2008 @ 4:22pm |
| Coolness: 176715 | Same goes for you and your mom. |
| I'm feeling ^___^ right now.. | |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» AliceInAcidLand replied on Tue Aug 12, 2008 @ 6:51pm |
 Coolness: 180085 | haahahaaha!
Marilyn Manson - Dope Hat I peek into the hole I struggle for control The children love the show But they fail to see the anguish in my eyes Fail to see the anguish in my eyes I scratch around the brim, I let my mind give in, yeah, yeah The crowd begins to grin But they seem to scream when darkness fills my eyes Seem to scream when darkness fills my eyes It's no surprise Prepare to meet, huwahaha, your doom! Help! Fail to see the tragic Turn it into magic My bag of tricks will always make you happy But we all know the hat is wearing me Children's show, uuuuah, uuuuuah, uuuuuah My bag is in the hat It's filled with this and that My vision's getting fat The rabbit's just a monkey in disguise Stars and pills and needles dance before our eyes They will bite the hand If it is slower than The quickness of their scrutinizing eyes You never know you never know over there I'm gonna kill you, I'm gonna kill you, I'm gonna kill you that's right You Never Know What's over there Fail to see the tragic, turn it into magic My bag of tricks will always make you happy But we all know the hat is wearing me Chicanery will always make you happy But we all know the hat is wearing me |
| I'm feeling sketched right now.. | |
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