The Lyrics Thread
Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» DCRn replied on Thu Nov 13, 2008 @ 9:14am |
Tom Waits - I Don't Wanna Grow Up (yes, the Ramones covered it)
When Im lyin in my bed at night I dont wanna grow up Nothin ever seems to turn out right I dont wanna grow up How do you move in a world of fog Thats always changing things Makes me wish that I could be a dog When I see the price that you pay I dont wanna grow up I dont ever wanna be that way I dont wanna grow up Seems like folks turn into things That theyd never want The only thing to live for Is today... Im gonna put a hole in my tv set I dont wanna grow up Open up the medicine chest And I dont wanna grow up I dont wanna have to shout it out I dont want my hair to fall out I dont wanna be filled with doubt I dont wanna be a good boy scout I dont wanna have to learn to count I dont wanna have the biggest amount I dont wanna grow up Well when I see my parents fight I dont wanna grow up They all go out and drinking all night And I dont wanna grow up Id rather stay here in my room Nothin out there but sad and gloom I dont wanna live in a big old tomb On grand street When I see the 5 oclock news I dont wanna grow up Comb their hair and shine their shoes I dont wanna grow up Stay around in my old hometown I dont wanna put no money down I dont wanna get me a big old loan Work them fingers to the bone I dont wanna float a broom Fall in love and get married then boom How the hell did I get here so soon I dont wanna grow up | |
I'm feeling hopeful right now.. |
Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Rakoon replied on Thu Nov 13, 2008 @ 9:17am |
J'aime tellement le clip de cette toune :D
C'est avec le mini-stage c'Est ça? | |
I'm feeling quadrasid right now.. |
Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» DCRn replied on Thu Nov 13, 2008 @ 9:27am |
Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Dr_Jwa replied on Thu Nov 13, 2008 @ 9:38am |
Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» GRASP replied on Fri Nov 14, 2008 @ 11:28am |
Busdriver - Imaginary Places
Im just here to hold your hand when you die and to show you around imaginary places puttin many lumps on my bloody stump edible habits so I bit the perfect circle die in your sleep with the sky at your feet ill shoot you when your happy on the day that you will find peace how did you do it, i dont know, im ok every person i know is a secret sorta agent cuz im accused of lewd conducts all prove hard to rate the prompts any kind of rumor for em, may they rest to put me in a loony bin a funny farm a coo coo but they need a villian Im just here to hold your hand when you die there is not a sicker person that can do it better no need to skip it in my eco system but in the audience of me being evil christian H-M know how I hate him so but he charged me for a halo but im on a scavenger hunt for a map with a chunk of a sky mirror Ill go crazy with a mud pie I play dead songs on the sill screen Iron my shirt it is a chill dream It is on to lead away to the stair well till we gut him in it straight up from the center finally fair-well Im just here to hold your hand when you die and to give your assault rifle a bannana clip flow in the dark when i stroll in the park giving everybody informative pamphletes no sign of life for as far as i can see everybodys just charred meat up in the car seat eat shit and die to the secret spy cuz i have this funny feeling that im being watched 24-hour survailance money or power or ailments whyd they send the medical the he shimmered me the hammer it was way too much you coulda went and had 200 Im just here to hold your hand when you die Psycho better cause trouble runnin for your soft spot late market closed, and the irk on her nose turned into a deadly gas flowin through the air ducts shes had no love for the thought that she was she doesnt love me cuz I dont have the right hair cut Im miss-understood, I just face it, Im no good but I will not appologize for anything that I say My name is Mr Busdriver this is the producer Paris we are not embarassed to admit that we were purchasing a bit of our own imaginary place kids.. if you want to piss off your parents show interest in the arts kids.. if you really want to piss off your parents buy real estate in an imaginary place.. oh yes ok ok, alright, um, yea.. now move! - lots of scratching - gotta do my shout outs now.. (peace to) Im just here to hold your hand when you die Paris and Daddy care, theyll also be there too Im just here to hold your hand when you die Unless you get the (senamums) to her we´ll help you Im just here to hold your hand when you die Feel the fellowship announced everyone will help you Im just here to hold your hand when you die Shoulda been an empire hip hop clan too Im just here to hold your hand to die Im just here to hold your hand when you Just here to hold your hand.. when you die.. | |
I'm feeling the fap right now.. |
Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Tamala replied on Fri Nov 14, 2008 @ 12:58pm |
Frank Sinatra - Live Till I die
I'm gonna live till I die I'm gonna laugh stead of cry I'm gonna take the town turn it upside down I'm gonna live, live, live until I die They're gonna say what a guy I'm gonna play for the sky Ain't gonna miss a thing,gonna have my fling I'm gonna live live live until I die [ Find more Lyrics at [ www.mp3lyrics.org ] ] Those blues I lay low, I'll make them stay low They'll never trail over my head I'll be a devil till I'm an angel But until then Hallelujah Gonna dance gonna fly I'll take my chance riding high Before my numbers up I'm gonna fill my cup I'm gonna live, live, live until I die | |
I'm feeling fuck off right now.. |
Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» the_worm replied on Mon Nov 17, 2008 @ 6:04pm |
sage francis--underground for dummies
And you'll know it was me by the trail of demos Spare me the details, e-mails, memos Dookie-gold chain letter to whom it may concern Put this around your neck until your hangin on my every word Stalkin', walkin' in my big black boots I'm the DLY artist with thick grass roots Had a couple managers as a youth I was too young to know better but I was like "What does a manager do?" Now one of them he saw dollar signs in my skin color The other, he said to keep it undercover Post-VIP Posse, Pre-Internet Nazi era Powers of suggestion suggested I be what I'm not and that's not me ever From Lasienega to Meadowbrook Drive Never looked surprised Cut to the chase with metal hooks and knives Now it's battle time, I stepped in the arena Thirteen year old gladiator freak with a fever for the flavor of a fight on the mic Follow the leader Mistachuck was the surrogate father Krs-One, the teacher There I was, sneakin into clubs Beat an emcee to the punch over instrumentals dubbed From tape deck to tape deck Pause tape mix at breakneck speed The only whitey in sight That doesnt make me realer than you, or faker than you But I'm authentic, forget it Started breakin rules Ten years later still hadnt stopped Won the biggest battle in a Metallica shirt before the album dropped A week later, smashed the trophy at a show It was takin up the space that I needed to grow Pop pop goes the weasel (the weasel) Drop drop goes the easel (the easel) This is hip hop for the people Stop callin it emo (waah) I know a kid who thinks he's hip hop cause he buys it I know a kid who thinks he's hip hop cause he never buys shit Underground or mainstream Some are bound to change schemes Y'all weren't doin this dirt When Jeru came clean Before the Freddie Foxxx conflict with DMX Around the time Jay-Z and Nas's girl had sex I used to wake up every morning on a hard wooden floor Livin in Brooklyn with a car I couldnt afford And if I wasn't hangin out in front of Fat Beats records, I was in the factory, mailing my 12-inches Nowadays, the DJs don't even spin wax So fuck a promo copy, buddy, you can download the track Seratooo promo sexual laptop A hollow existence in a bottle Ya' sip sip and swallow I tripped quick then followed a path that made sense Started out with a live band then worked with turntablists Now I strike a match with the back of my front teeth And light up the stage with just speech I remember the days Ken and Dave let me crash on their couch And I saved what I could and put the cash in my mouth When I played in my hood I had a fraction of outs Til Atmosphere put me on and now I'm packin the house Since the mid-80s this has been a game of cat and mouse It's funny hearin all the shit these rappers brag about Knowin all of them are walkin around with massive doubts Talkin bout it's only status and platinum plaques that count Pop pop goes the weasel (the weasel) Drop drop goes the easel (the easel) This is hip hop for the people (the people) Stop calling it emo (wah) Irony is dead, it's so motherfucking dead, I was there by it's deathbed And the last words that it said Was "Whiiiiite booyyyy" I'm Still Sick with an independent record labek I built quick just when I got Sick of Waiting Tables Then in the blink of an eye I waged War As a Known Unsoldier with a soul you can't pay for I ran a business on my own two legs Known to beg if I needed to with Home Grown bootlegs. I cut and pasted images of my face and then sloppily placed 'em in a case. Strange Famous. I stayed True when School was in Session. Went to college to buy time, that shit was expensive. So I shamelessly self-promoted The radio station would open doors and opportunities Eventually made it to Oakland where anticon accepted me with open hands Journals fot Personal on a one dollar advance. Non-Prophets had a hope that a UK label smashed, so I crossed out my eyes and signed to Epitaph This is the hustle of an emcee The Distrust is Healthy In a dirty industry where the promises are empty I'm more honest than friendly More handsome than sexy Let me bring you up to speed, Humans do a Dance that's Deadly | |
I'm feeling like the king of not right now.. |
Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» DCRn replied on Mon Dec 1, 2008 @ 2:25pm |
A.M 180 by Grandaddy
Don't change your name keep it the same For fear I may lose you again I know you won't, it's just that I am unorganized And I want to find you when Something good happens If you come down we'll go to town I haven't been there for years But I'd be fine wasting our time Not doing anything here Just doing nothing We'll sit for days talk about things Important to us like whatever Well defuse bombs walk marathons And take on whatever together Whatever together | |
I'm feeling hopeful right now.. |
Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» JasonBeastly replied on Tue Dec 2, 2008 @ 3:56am |
Immortal Technique - Dance with the Devil
[Verse 1] I once knew a nigga whose real name was William his primary concern, was making a million being the illest hustler, that the world ever seen he used to f**k movie stars and sniff coke in his dreams a corrupted young mind, at the age of thirteen nigga never had a father and his mom was a fiend she put the pipe down, but for every year she was sober her sons heart simultaneously grew colder he started hanging out selling bags in the projects checking the young chicks, looking for hit and run prospects he was fascinated by material objects but he understood money never bought respect he built a reputation cause he could hustle and steal but got locked once and didn't hesitate to squeal so criminals he chilled with didn't think he was real you see me and niggas like this have never been equal I dont project my insecurities on other people he fiended for props like addicts with pipes and needles so he felt he had to prove to everyone he was evil a feeble minded young man with infinite potential the product of a ghetto bred capitalistic mental coincidentally dropped out of school to sell weed dancing with the devil, smoked until his eyes would bleed but he was sick of selling trees and gave in to his greed [Hook] Everyone trying to be trife never face the consequences you propably only did a month for minor offences ask a nigga doing life if he had another chance but then again there's always the wicked that knew in advance dance forever with the devil on a cold cell block but thats what happens when you rape, murder and sell rock devils used to be gods, angels that fell from the top there's no diversity because we're burning in the melting pot [Verse 2] So Billy started robbing niggaz, anything he could do to get his respect back, in the eyes of his crew starting fights over little shit, up on the block stepped up to selling mothers and brothers the crack rock working overtime for making money for the crack spot hit the jackpot and wanted to move up to cocaine fulfilling the scarface fantasy stuck in his brain tired of the block niggaz treating him the same he wanted to be major like the cut throats and the thugs but when he tried to step to 'em, niggaz showed him no love they told him any motherf**king coward can sell drugs any bitch nigga with a gun can bust slugs any nigga with a red shirt can front like a blood even Puffy smoked a motherf**ker up in the club but only a real thug can stab someone till they die standing in front of them, staring straight into their eyes Billy realized that these men were well guarded and they wanted to test him, before business started suggested raping a bitch to prove he was cold hearted so now he had a choice between going back to his life or making money with made men, up in the cife his dreams about cars and ice, made him agree a hardcore nigga is all he ever wanted to be and so he met them friday night at a quarter to three [Hook] [Verse 3] They drove around the projects slow while it was raining smoking blunts, drinking and joking for entertainment until they saw a woman on the street walking alone three in the morning, coming back from work, on her way home and so they quietly got out the car and followed her walking through the projects, the darkness swallowed her they wrapped her shirt around her head and knocked her onto the floor "this is it kid, now you got your chance to be raw..." so Billy yoked her up and grabbed the chick by the hair and dragged her into a lobby that had nobody there she struggled hard but they forced her to go up the stairs they got to the roof and then held her down on the ground screaming shut the f**k up and stop moving around the shirt covered her face, but she screamed and clawed so Billy stomped on the bitch, until he broken her jaw the dirty bastards knew exactly what they were doing they kicked her until they cracked her ribs and she stopped moving blood leaking through the cloth, she cried silently and then they all proceeded to rape her violently Billy was meant to go first, but each of them took a turn ripping her up, and choking her until her throat burned her broken jaw mumbled for God but they weren't concerned when they were done and she was lying bloody, broken and bruised one of them niggaz pulled out a brand new .22 they told him that she was a witness of what she'd gone through and if he killed her he was guaranteed a spot in the crew he thought about it for a minute, she was practically dead and so he leaned over and put the gun right to her head (Sample from "Survival of the Fittest" by Mobb Deep) I'm falling and I can't turn back I'm falling and I can't turn back [Verse 4] Right before he pulled the trigger, and ended her life he thought about the cocaine with the platinum and ice and he felt strong standing along with his new brothers cocked the gat to her head, and pulled back the shirt cover but what he saw made him start to cringe and stutter 'cause he was staring into the eyes of his own mother she looked back at him and cried, cause he had forsaken her she cried more painfully, than when they were raping her his whole world stopped, he couldn't even contemplate his corruption had succesfully changed his fate and he remembered how his mom used to come home late working hard for nothing, cause now what was he worth he turned away from the woman that had once given him birth and crying out to the sky cause he was lonely and scared but only the devil responded, cause God wasn't there and right then he knew what it was to be empty and cold and so he jumped off the roof and died with no soul they say death take you to a better place but I doubt it after that they killed his mother, and never spoke about it and listen cause the story that I'm telling is true 'cause I was there when Billy Jacobs and I raped his mom too and now the devil follows me everywhere that I go in fact I'm sure he's standing among one of you at my shows and every street cipher listening to little thugs flow he could be standing right next to you, and you wouldn't know the devil grows inside the hearts of the selfish and wicked white, brown, yellow and black color is not restricted you have a self destructive destiny when you're inflicted and you'll be one of God's children that fell from the top there's no diversity because we're burning in the melting pot so when the devil wants to dance with you, you better say never because a dance with the devil might last you forever | |
I'm feeling totally pitted right now.. |
Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Tamala replied on Fri Dec 12, 2008 @ 11:24am |
Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» DCRn replied on Fri Dec 12, 2008 @ 11:27am |
Jingle Bells,
Batman Smells Robin laid an egg The Batmobile lost its wheels and Joker got away, hey! | |
I'm feeling happy right now.. |
Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Tamala replied on Fri Dec 12, 2008 @ 11:31am |
Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» the_worm replied on Fri Dec 12, 2008 @ 2:28pm |
do you people read lyrics that are posts?
cause lukeperil just posted a sick ass song,immortal technique ftw!!! | |
I'm feeling too much work right now.. |
Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Daf replied on Fri Dec 12, 2008 @ 2:29pm |
haha c'est pour ça j'ai arrêter de poster
parce que j'pas mal sure que tout le monde s'en caliss et fait juste poster leur lyrics sans lire les autres post | |
I'm feeling kiss me, im shitface right now.. |
Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Shindy replied on Fri Dec 12, 2008 @ 2:34pm |
et n'aimant pas beaucoup la culture hip hop du jour (avant oui, mais maintenant booooaaf), quand la chanson commence par : " I once knew a nigga "
je lit pas... sorry, je suis fed up par le bombardement médiatique autour de ce style. Il doit rester de vrai perle, j'en convient, mais chui comme turn off :( | |
I'm feeling gabber bitch right now.. |
Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Tamala replied on Fri Dec 12, 2008 @ 2:40pm |
I don't think other people read other's lyrics, but if you feel like posting yurs, does it matter if it is read or not? It's like the thread what made/ruined your day; who gives a shit I walked into a whole or my colleague is being an ass, it just feels good to write it down so I do. :) | |
I'm feeling <3 right now.. |
Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Screwhead replied on Fri Dec 12, 2008 @ 2:42pm |
Originally Posted By TAMALA
It's like the thread what made/ruined your day; who gives a shit I walked into a whole or my colleague is being an ass, it just feels good to write it down so I do. :) I do. I care VERY much. *cries and runs away* | |
I'm feeling older right now.. |
Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» the_worm replied on Fri Dec 12, 2008 @ 3:01pm |
Je m'en colisse sérieux que les gens lisent ou pas c'était juste une question pcq j'étais étonné que personne reply sur ces paroles c'est tout:) | |
I'm feeling too much work right now.. |
Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Zimmermau5 replied on Sat Dec 13, 2008 @ 2:56am |
I can honestly say
You've been on my mind Since I woke up today, up today I look at your photograph all the time These memories come back to life And I don't mind I remember when we kissed I still feel it on my lips The time that you danced with me With no music playing I remember those simple things I remember 'till I cry But the one thing I wish I'd forget A memory I want to forget Is goodbye I woke up this morning And played our song And through my tears I sang along I picked up the phone and than Put it down 'cause I know I'm wasting my time And I don't mind I remember when we kissed I still feel it on my lips The time that you danced with me With no music playing I remember those simple things I remember 'till I cry But the one thing I wish I'd forget A memory I want to forget Suddenly my cell phone's blowing up With your ring tone I hesitate but answer it anyway You sound so alone And I'm surprised to hear you say You remember when we kissed You still feel it on your lips The time that you danced with me With no music playing You remember those simple things We talked 'till we cried You said that your biggest regret The one that you wish I'd forget Is saying goodbye Saying goodbye Oh, Goodbye | |
I'm feeling law school :o right now.. |
Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» DCRn replied on Mon Dec 15, 2008 @ 10:46am |
L'empereur Tomato-ketchup - Bérurier Noir
Avis à la Population ! Au pays de L'Empereur Ketchup Les Enfants sont rois et ils font la loi ! Tournicoti, tournicoton... C'est l'année zéro de la Rébellion. L'heure de la révolte a enfin sonné... L'état de l'enfant roi est partout proclamé !!! Palampalam... la chorale de l'Agitation Les travaux forcés pour les profs-dictateurs La prison à vie pour les profs-matraqueurs La peine capitale pour l'surveillant général Et la démission pour tous les protals Cent jours de cachot pour tous les dirlos Des tas d'heures de colle pour les petits fayots Partout dans les villes, les gamins poursuivent... Les adultes qui courent comme des lapins débiles ! Palam palam... la chorale des Mômes Tous les p'tits garços pourront disposer De plusieurs femmes pour se faire aimer Et toutes les filles pourront se marrier A qui leur plaira et pourront même divorcer Les adultes violeurs seront pendus par les couilles ! Les tontons-flingueurs seront réduits en nouille ! Les concierges-râleurs on en f'ra des citrouilles ! Les écoles-casernes de la ratatouille !!! Palam palam... les choeurs de la Jeunesse Rebelle Alors les adultes il faut bien vous tenir La colère des gosses est vraiment terrible Alors les adultes, il faudra être sages Si vous voulez pas vous r'trouver en cage Mais combien y a-t-il d'enfants tout ligotés Le scotch sur la bouche et les mains liées ? Mais combien y a-t-il d'enfants enfermés ? Et dans les placards, ils crient dans le Noir...!!! Palam palam... les choeurs des Enfants-Soldats Les enfants sont armés et sont bien décidés A zigouiller toutes les autorités A couper l'zizi du satyre du lycée A faire ce qu'ils veulent d'leur sexualité Et à découvrir toutes les portes du plaisir Des tas d'gribouilles sur le mur de l'Empire En courant tout nus dans toutes les rues Drapeau noir au vent en criant "En avant" Palam palam... La chorale de l'Insoumission Viva la Révolucion ! Avanti popolo, hasta la Vittoria ! El pueblo unido jamas será vencido ! Hay, viva Carambar ! Hay viva Malabar ! Haribo Chamalo, hasta la Vittoria ! Général Alcazar, quando se come aqui ! Comé sé caca pipi ! ... Olé, olé, olé !!!.... "Avis à la population ! Le petit Empereur Tomato-Ketchup Sera exécuté, et c'est pas du bluff... Pour avoir abusé de pouvoir tyranniques, Il sera pendu sur la place publique ! Aujourd'hui l'An 1 de la Révolution... Acclamons bien fort le Camarade... Cornichon !!!" | |
I'm feeling happy right now.. |
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