MacArthur's Park is melting in the darkAll the sweet, green icing flowing down...Someone left the cake out in the rainI don't think that I can take it'cause it took so long to bake itAnd I'll never have that recipe againOh, no!Donna Summer - MacArthur Park
Vlad, Vlad, Vlad the impalerVlad, Vlad, He could have been a sailor but he'sVlad, Vlad, Vlad the impalerVlad, Vlad, He could have been a Whalercould have been a Tailor,He turned out to be Norman MailerGWAR - Vlad the Impaler
I can almost forgive the GWAR lyric...it was designed to suck. But the other two have no excuse.So what is you least fave lyric in the history of recorded sound?
― Lord Custos Epsilon (Lord Custos Epsilon), Wednesday, 12 March 2003 05:38 (twenty-three years ago)
― Mr. Diamond (diamond), Wednesday, 12 March 2003 05:50 (twenty-three years ago)
the point in question is the following brilliant chorus:
How could I fail to give herWhen she cried such a lotPeople change but we don't falterCause we use what we've got
SUCH A LOT? SUCH A LOT? what the fuck, barney? what the fuck?most of new order's output is like this. beautiful, beautiful music. lyrics bordering on the infantile. it might be on purpose, it might not, i don't care. "such a lot" is unforgivable.
p.s. i know there are worse examples extant, but bad lyrics in an otherwise pretty song just makes the grammatical awfulness even harder to bear.
― soundnfury, Wednesday, 12 March 2003 05:54 (twenty-three years ago)
Much as I love his band's music (less so than before, but still), the Collected Lyrics Works of Wayne Hussey, Esq. has the sparkling air and restrained delicacy of Vogon poetry. To quote one cliche would barely scrape the surface.
― Ned Raggett (Ned), Wednesday, 12 March 2003 05:55 (twenty-three years ago)
― Sterling Clover (s_clover), Wednesday, 12 March 2003 06:04 (twenty-three years ago)
The opening line:"I've got a timb bombI hope ya don't mind, mom..."
That was it. I turned my radio off immediately. It didn't help that the lyrics were song in some forced faux Archers Of Loaf style drawl.
― donut bitch (donut), Wednesday, 12 March 2003 06:08 (twenty-three years ago)
― Kenan Hebert (kenan), Wednesday, 12 March 2003 06:22 (twenty-three years ago)
"now he's getting a tattoo yeah he's gettin' ink done" and all the rest of that awful Offspring song
a LOT of otherwise great VU songs have lyrics I'd consider horrible
more when i think of them
― roger adultery (roger adultery), Wednesday, 12 March 2003 06:53 (twenty-three years ago)
But the funny thing is what happened to her noseIt grew until it reached all of her toesNow when people say her feet they mean her nose
― wl (wl), Wednesday, 12 March 2003 06:58 (twenty-three years ago)
'This is a song about my dilemmaI have a big decision to makeThough I love my boyfriend dearlyI adore chocolate cakeBoyfriend chocolate boyfriend chocolateI need you - chocolate too'
And it goes on. By an unknown electro-pop band called Schmoof.
The chorus of Travis' Why Does It Always Rained On Me? is just vile. Another piece of trash is 'He was a sk8er boy she said see you l8er boy...'
― Tijn Gilissen, Wednesday, 12 March 2003 09:12 (twenty-three years ago)
― geeta (geeta), Wednesday, 12 March 2003 09:15 (twenty-three years ago)
― geeta (geeta), Wednesday, 12 March 2003 09:17 (twenty-three years ago)
Jenny said, when she was just five years old there was nothin' happening at all Every time she puts on the radio there was nothin' goin' down at all not at all
Then one fine mornin', she puts on a New York station you know she couldn't believe what she heard at all She started shakin' to that fine-fine music you know her life was saved by rock 'n' roll
Despite all the amputations you know you could just go out and dance to the rock 'n' roll station And it was all right, hey baby, you know it was all right
Jenny said, when she was just about five years old you know my parents are gonna be the death of us all Two TV sets and two Cadillac cars well you know ain't gonna help me at all not just you ....
― kevin brady (groeuvre), Wednesday, 12 March 2003 09:41 (twenty-three years ago)
Ooh, YeahOh yeahOh LifeOh Life
I'm afraid of the darkEspecially when I'm in the parkWhen there's no one else aroundOh I get the shiversI don't wanna see a ghostIt's the sight that I fear mostI'd rather have a piece of toastWatch the evening news
Life, oh lifeOh life, oh lifeLife, oh lifeOh life, oh life
I'm a superstitious girlI'm the worst in the worldNever walk under laddersI keep a rabbits' tailI'll take you up on a dareAnytime, anywhereName the place, I'll be thereBungee jumping, I don't care
Life, oh lifeOh life, oh lifeLife, oh lifeOh life, oh lifeLife
So after all's said and doneI know I'm not the only oneLife indeed can be funIf you really want toSometimes living out your dreamsAin't as easy as it seemsYou wanna fly around the worldIn a beautiful balloon
Life, oh lifeOh life, oh lifeLife, oh lifeOh life, oh lifeLife, oh lifeOh life, oh lifeLife, oh lifeOh life, oh lifeOh life, oh life..
― pete b. (pete b.), Wednesday, 12 March 2003 09:44 (twenty-three years ago)
"I Just ShotJohn Lennon"
It was the fearful night of December 8th. He was returning home from the studio late. He had perseptively known that it wouldn't be nice. Because in 1980, he paid the price.
John Lennon died. [X6]
With a Smith & Wesson 38, John Lennon's life was no longer a debate. He should have stayed at home, He should have never cared, And the man who took his life declared,
He said I just shot John Lennon. He said I just shot John Lennon. What a sad and sorry and sickening sight. What a sad and sorry and sickening night. What a sad and sorry and sickening sight. What a sad and sorry and sickening night.
Ah, ah ah ah, ah...
I just shot John Lennon. He said I just shot John Lennon. What a sad and sorry and sickening sight. What a sad and sorry and sickening night. What a sad and sorry and sickening sight. What a sad and sorry and sickening night.
― weasel diesel (K1l14n), Wednesday, 12 March 2003 09:52 (twenty-three years ago)
"There are people in boats in the middle of the seaCrying and dying like JewsDo you like tennis?"
― weasel diesel (K1l14n), Wednesday, 12 March 2003 09:55 (twenty-three years ago)
"If beds could talk, mine would be singing, Singing about the time when you and I were lovers, All night long, we could not stop,They were amazing times, they were the crazy times,"
― weasel diesel (K1l14n), Wednesday, 12 March 2003 09:58 (twenty-three years ago)
I want it and I want it now! I want it and I just can't wait! I want it and I want it now. I want it and I will not wait...... I want it.......now
I sit at home and when I watch TV, I gotta have remote control with me, Oh and when I'm watching football, I can go to total recall, I got freeze frame, I got slo - mo. This is the way that it was meant to be, You gotta get ready for the century I'm a total modern man, And I got total modern plans And it's so easy when you say..... I want it and I want it now!
― weasel diesel (K1l14n), Wednesday, 12 March 2003 10:01 (twenty-three years ago)
― pete b. (pete b.), Wednesday, 12 March 2003 10:01 (twenty-three years ago)
― geeta (geeta), Wednesday, 12 March 2003 10:06 (twenty-three years ago)
How can I save my little boy From Oppenheimer's deadly toy? There is no monopoly on common sense On either side of the political fence We share the same biology Regardless of ideology Believe me when I say to you I hope the Russians love their children too
There is no historical precedent to put Words in the mouth of the president There's no such thing as a winnable war It's a lie we don't believe anymore Mister Reagan says 'We will protect you' I don't subscribe to this point of view Believe me when I say to you I hope the Russians love their children too We share the same biology Regardless of ideology What might save us, me and you Is if the Russians love their children too"
It actually manages to make "De do do do / De da da da / Is all I want to say to you" seem like a work of genius by comparison.
― Stewart Osborne (Stewart Osborne), Wednesday, 12 March 2003 10:12 (twenty-three years ago)
What have we got What have we got What have we got What have we got
I don't really care no more I don't care at all A black man's black and a white man's white But we're all the bleeding same What have we got What have we got What have we got What have we got"
Sham 69.
Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear.
― Stewart Osborne (Stewart Osborne), Wednesday, 12 March 2003 10:18 (twenty-three years ago)
― weasel diesel (K1l14n), Wednesday, 12 March 2003 10:21 (twenty-three years ago)
― Evan (Evan), Wednesday, 12 March 2003 10:26 (twenty-three years ago)
"Sitting in the jungle in the long tall grass Sits fat Idi on his big black arse Round about eleven he's got nothing to do So he kills a few people like me and you
Tell Idi Amin Tell Idi I'm out Tell that Idi I am not about
Round about six he's getting ready for tea Roast nun and missionary Then about ten he gets ready for bed After watching a man get a bullet in the head"
or if you prefer:
"Sitting in a chair someone's hands in my hair Short back and sides leaves nothing to hide The walls are red and so is the door I can see a bit of flesh over there on the floor
He's so fucked up always a razor cut Leaves a bit on top but he don't know when to stop Sweeney Todd, Sweeney Todd, Sweeney Todd You're a fuckin' old sod"
― Stewart Osborne (Stewart Osborne), Wednesday, 12 March 2003 10:37 (twenty-three years ago)
Look behind my face and love me I'm not the good girl you should know
There was a time when I thought of you There was a time when you thought of meLook in my eyes and say you love me Look in my eyes and say you want me
Your love only had time for me at night Your love had no time for me inside so I've had enough time to think it over I've had enough time to decide yes and I say
There's another word for love There's another word of course I'm just more than you can see obviously
I'm just more, I'm just more, I'm just more I'm just more, I'm just more, I'm just more
It's too late to look beyond It's too late to darn my socks I left my shoes left you behind Ran barfooted* through the crowd yeah
It's too late to look beyond It's too late to darn my socks I left my shoes left you behind Ran barfooted through the crowd yeah
I'm just more
I've had enough time to think it over I've had enough time to decide yes and I say
Yes and I say There's another word for love
*This is how it's spelled on the lyric sheet, and it sounds like what she's singing. She also emphasizes the second syllable and works the long "oo" sound.
― Colin Meeder (Mert), Wednesday, 12 March 2003 10:39 (twenty-three years ago)
― Douglas (Douglas), Wednesday, 12 March 2003 12:47 (twenty-three years ago)
― Scott Seward, Wednesday, 12 March 2003 14:44 (twenty-three years ago)
now i know y'all be lov'in this shit right here l.i.m.p bizkit is right here people in the house put them hands in the air cause if you don't care, then we don't care 1, 2, 3, times two to the six jonesin' for your fix of that limp bizkit mix so where the fuck you at punk, shut the fuck up and back the fuck up, while we fuck this track up now move in, now move out hands up or hands down back up, back up tell me what ya gonna do now breathe in, now breathe out hands up or hands down back up, back up tell me what ya gonna do now keep rollin'
― nickalicious (nickalicious), Wednesday, 12 March 2003 14:48 (twenty-three years ago)
Exhibit A: But you see, it's not me, it's not my family. In your head, in your head they are fighting, With their tanks and their bombs, And their bombs and their guns. In your head, in your head, they are crying...
Exhibit B:I'm free to decide, I'm free to decide, And I'm not so suicidal after all.
You must have nothing, More with your time to do. There's a war in Russia, And Sarajevo too.
Exhibit C:And I remember all the things we once shared, Watching T.V. movies in the living room armchair. But they say it will work out fine. Was it all a waste of time?
Exhibit D:I spent last winter in New York, And came upon a man. He was sleeping on the streets and homeless, He said, "I fought in Vietnam."
I rest my case.
― cybele, Wednesday, 12 March 2003 14:55 (twenty-three years ago)
As for now I'm gonna hear the saddest songs,and sit alone and wonder,how you're making out,but as for me I wish that I was anywherewith anyone making out
I'm missing your laugh, how did it break?And when did your eyes begin to look fake?I hope you're as happy as your pretending.I'm missing you bed, I never sleep.Avoiding the spots where we'd have to sleep.And this bottle of beast is taking me home.
Your hair.It's everywhere.Screaming infidelities.Taking it's wear.
― Jon Williams (ex machina), Wednesday, 12 March 2003 15:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― Lee G (Lee G), Wednesday, 12 March 2003 15:42 (twenty-three years ago)
I knew he was different, in his sexuality I went to his parties, as the straight minority It never seemed a threat to my masculinity He only introduced me to a wider reality
As the years went by, we drifted apart When I heard that he was gone I felt a shadow cross my heart But he's nobody's--
Hero--saves a drowning child Cures a wasting disease Hero--lands the crippled airplane Solves great mysteries
Hero--not the handsome actor Who plays a hero's role Hero--not the glamor girl Who'd love to sell her soul If anybody's buying Nobody's hero
I didn't know the girl, but I knew her family All their lives were shattered in a nightmare of brutality They try to carry on, try to bear the agony Try to hold some faith in the goodness of humanity
As the years went by, we drifted apart When I heard that she was gone I felt a shadow cross my heart But she's nobody's--
Hero--the voice of reason Against the howling mob Hero--the pride of purpose In the unrewarding job
Hero--not the champion player Who plays the perfect game Not the glamor boy Who loves to sell his name Everybody's buying Nobody's hero
As the years went by we drifted apart When I heard that you were gone I felt a shadow cross my heart
Hero
― sundar subramanian (sundar), Wednesday, 12 March 2003 16:31 (twenty-three years ago)
Well there's a riot going onThere's a riot going onThere's a riot going onStudent demonstration time
The violence spread down South to where Jackson State brothersLearned not to say nasty things about Southern policemen's mothersNothing much was said about it and really next to nothing doneThe pen is mightier than the sword, but no match for a gun
Well there's a riot going onThere's a riot going onWell there's a riot going on'Cause it's student demonstration time
America was stunned on May 4, 1970When rally turned to riot up at Kent State UniversityThey said the students scared the GuardThough the troops were battle dressedFour martyrs earned a new degreeThe Bachelor of BulletsI know we're all fed up with useless wars and racial strifeBut next time there's a riot, well, you best stay out of sight
Well there's a riot going onThere's a riot going onWell there's a riot going onStudent demonstration time
Stay away when there's a riot going on...
― Sam Jeffries (samjeff), Wednesday, 12 March 2003 16:49 (twenty-three years ago)
― mike a (mike a), Wednesday, 12 March 2003 17:19 (twenty-three years ago)
First prize.
― gazuga (gazuga), Wednesday, 12 March 2003 17:57 (twenty-three years ago)
― roger adultery (roger adultery), Wednesday, 12 March 2003 18:13 (twenty-three years ago)
Mirrors, smokescreens and liesIt's not the politicians but their actions I despiseYou and Saddam should kick it like back in the dayWith the cocaine and CourvoisierBut you build more bombs as you get more boldAs your mid-life crisis war unfoldsAll you want to do is take controlNow put that access of evil bullshit on holdCitizen rule number 2080Politicians are shadySo people watch your back 'cause I think they smoke crackI don't doubt it look at how they act
In a world gone mad it's hard to think rightSo much violence hate and spiteMurder going on all day and nightDue time we fight the nonviolent fight
First the 'War On Terror' now war on IraqWe're reaching a point where we can't turn backLet's lose the guns and let's lose the bombsAnd stop the corporate contributions that their built uponWell I'll be sleeping on your speeches 'til I start to snore'Cause I won't carry guns for an oil warAs-Salamu alaikum, wa alaikum assalamPeace to the Middle East peace to IslamNow don't get us wrong 'cause we love AmericaBut that's no reason to get hystericaThey're layin' on the syrup thickWe ain't waffles we ain't havin' it
Now how many people must get killed?For oil families pockets to get filled?How many oil families get killed?Not a damn one so what's the deal?
It's time to lead the way and de-escalateLose the weapons of mass destruction and the hateSay ooh ah what's the White House doin'?Oh no! Say, what in tarnation have they got brewing??!!!!???!!Well I'm not pro Bush and I'm not pro SaddamWe need these fools to remain calmGeorge Bush you're looking like ZoolanderTrying to play tough for the cameraWhat am I on crazy pills? We've got to stop itGet your hand out my grandma's pocketWe need health care more than going to warYou think it's democracy we're fighting for?
― Mark (MarkR), Wednesday, 12 March 2003 18:15 (twenty-three years ago)
the buffalo ask how the bulls and the cowshonor on an arrow eating grass with the sparrowatlantesians ask the grecians if their fate was just as pleasingin our bedrooms in our sleep but we know it
It embarasses me nowadays.
― nickalicious (nickalicious), Wednesday, 12 March 2003 18:16 (twenty-three years ago)
Madonna from her forthcoming single
― gygax! (gygax!), Wednesday, 12 March 2003 18:22 (twenty-three years ago)
"If they say I never loved youYou know they are a liar"
― mike a (mike a), Wednesday, 12 March 2003 18:27 (twenty-three years ago)
"The place where they brought down the wall" is my favorite. Uh, you mean Germany?
― mike a (mike a), Wednesday, 12 March 2003 18:30 (twenty-three years ago)
Can't stop addicted to the shin dig Cop top he says I'm gonna win big Choose not a life of imitation Distant cousin to the reservation Defunkt the pistol that you pay for This punk the feeling that you stay for In time I want to be your best friend Eastside love is living on the westend Knock out but boy you better come to Don't die you know the truth is some do Go write your message on the pavement Burnin' so bright I wonder what the wave meant White heat is screaming in the jungle Complete the motion if you stumble Go ask the dust for any answers Come back strong with 50 belly dancers
[Chorus:]The world I love The tears I drop To be part of The wave can't stop Ever wonder if it's all for you The world I love The trains I hop To be part of The wave can't stop Come and tell me when it's time to
Sweetheart is bleeding in the snowcone So smart she's leading me to ozone Music the great communicator Use two sticks to make it in the nature I'll get you into penetration The gender of a generation The birth of every other nation Worth your weight the gold of meditation This chapter's going to be a close one Smoke rings I know your going to blow one All on a spaceship persevering Use my hands for everything but steering Can't stop the spirits when they need you Mop tops are happy when they feed you J. Butterfly is in the treetop Birds that blow the meaning into bebop
[Repeat Chorus]
Wait a minute I'm passing out Win or lose just like you Far more shocking Than anything i ever knew How about you 10 more reasons Why i need somebody new just like you Far more shocking than anything I ever knew Right on cue
Can't stop addicted to the shin dig Cop top he says I'm gonna win big Choose not a life of imitation Distant cousin to the reservation Defunkt the pistol that you pay for This punk the feeling that you stay for In time I want to be your best friend Eastside love is living on the westend Knock out but boy you better come to Don't die you know the truth is some do Go write your message on the pavement Burnin' so bright I wonder what the wave meant
Kick start the golden generator Sweet talk but don't intimidate her Can't stop the gods from engineering Feel no need for any interfering Your image in the dictionary This life is more than ordinary Can I get 2 maybe even 3 of these Come from space To teach you of the pliedes Can't stop the spirits when they need you This life is more than just a read thru
― Sam Jeffries (samjeff), Wednesday, 12 March 2003 18:38 (twenty-three years ago)
― roger adultery (roger adultery), Wednesday, 12 March 2003 18:39 (twenty-three years ago)
all three are by acts that I really like a lot
― Horace Mann (Horace Mann), Wednesday, 12 March 2003 18:45 (twenty-three years ago)
― roger adultery (roger adultery), Wednesday, 12 March 2003 18:50 (twenty-three years ago)
IF EVERYONE WOULD GO FOR PEACE THERE'D BE NO NEED FOR WAR BUT WE CAN'T IGNORE THE DEVIL HE'LL KEEP COMING BACK FOR MORE
SOME SEE THIS IN BLACK AND WHITE OTHERS ONLY GRAY BUT WE'RE NOT BEGGING FOR A FIGHT NO MATTER WHAT THEY SAY
WE'VE GOT THE RESOLUTION THAT SHOULD PUT
'EM ALL TO SHAME BUT IT'S A DIFFERENT KIND OF DEADLINE WHEN I'M CALLED IN THE GAME
CHORUS I RAQ, I RACK'EM UP AND I ROLL I'M BACK AND I'M A HIGH TECH GI JOE I PRAY FOR PEACE AND PREPARE FOR WAR AND I NEVER WILL FORGET THERE'S NO PRICE TOO HIGH FOR FREEDOM SO BE CAREFUL WHERE YOU TREAD
THE TERROR ISN'T MAN TO MAN THEY CAN BE NO MORE THAN COWARDS IF THEY WON'T SHOW US THEIR WEAPONS WE MIGHT HAVE TO SHOW THEM OURS
IT MIGHT BE A SMART BOMB THEY FIND STUPID PEOPLE TOO IF YOU STAND WITH THE LIKES OF SADDAM ONE JUST MIIGHT FIND YOU
CHORUS II I ROCK, I RACK'EM UP AND I ROLL I'M BACK AND I'M A HIGH TECH GI JOE I GOT INFRARED, GPS AND GOOD OLD FASHIONED LEAD NO PRICE TOO HIGH FOR FREEDOM BE CAREFUL WHERE YOU TREAD
BRIDGE NOW YOU CAN COME ALONG OR YOU CAN STAY BEHIND OR YOU CAN GET OUT OF THE WAY BUT OUR TROOPS TAKE OUT THE GARBAGE FOR THE GOOD OLD U.S.A.
I ROCK, I RACK'EM UP AND I ROLL IN THE USA I ROCK, I RACK'EM UP AND I ROLL I'M TALKIN' ABOUT THE USA
― gygax! (gygax!), Wednesday, 12 March 2003 18:52 (twenty-three years ago)
― Shakey Mo Collier, Wednesday, 12 March 2003 18:59 (twenty-three years ago)
Your words cut rather deeplyThey're just some other liesI'm hiding from a distanceI've got to pay the priceDefending all against itI really don't know whyYou're obsessed with all my secretsYou always make me cry
You seem to wanna hurt meNo matter what i doI'm telling just a coupleBut somehow it gets to you
But i've learned to get revengeAnd i swear you'll experience thatSome day
I'm sitting down hereBut hey you can't see me kinda invisibleYou don't sense my stay not really hidingNot like a shadow just thought i would(but sure i wanna) join you for one day
I'm sitting down hereBut hey you can't see meI'm not trying to avoid youJust don't wanna hear you voiceWhen you call me up so oftenI don't really have a choiceYou're talking like you know meAnd wanna be my friendBut that's really too late nowI won't try it once againYou may think that i'm a loserThat i don't really careYou may think that it's forgottenBut you should be aware
― Dom Passantino (Dom Passantino), Wednesday, 12 March 2003 19:07 (twenty-three years ago)
Deep in my heart, there's a fire, a burning heart.Deep in my heart, there's desire for a start.I'm dying in emotion,It's my world in fantasy.I'm living in my, living in my dreams.
CHORUS:You're my heart, you're my soul,I keep it shining everywhere. I go.You're my heart, you're my soul,I'll be holding you forever, stay with you together.You're my heart, you're my soul,Yeah, a feeling that our love will grow.You're my heart, you're my soul,That's the only thing. I really know.
Let's close the door and believe my burning heart,Feeling alright. Come on, open up your heart.I'll keep the candles burningLet your body melt in mine.I'm living in my, living in my dreams.
(CHORUS)
― Geir Hongro (GeirHong), Wednesday, 12 March 2003 20:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― Geir Hongro (GeirHong), Wednesday, 12 March 2003 20:12 (twenty-three years ago)
― Sterling Clover (s_clover), Wednesday, 12 March 2003 20:19 (twenty-three years ago)
I know, I know....
― roger adultery (roger adultery), Wednesday, 12 March 2003 20:24 (twenty-three years ago)
He floatsFloats awayOn the groundHe comes back down
She floats Floats awayOn the groundShe comes back down
They float Float awayOn the ground They come back down
We float Float awayOn the groundWe come back down
That's not as big as What's flown around here
That's the whole song and it's almost five minutes long. Not only do the lyrics sound like they were writen for a song made for little kids, the music(especially when acoustic) make you feel like you're five years old. I like Dave and Foo Fighters but, what was he thinking when he wrote this?! It's so simple and so stupid!
― BurmaKitty (BurmaKitty), Thursday, 13 March 2003 02:52 (twenty-three years ago)
This is what happens when you don't make the kid do the dishes and you do em yourself. Then she takes your seat at the computer when your not looking....
ASIA!
TURN THAT FOO FIGHTERS CRAP DOWN!!!!!!
― BurmaKitty (BurmaKitty), Thursday, 13 March 2003 02:57 (twenty-three years ago)
One baby to another saysI'm lucky to have met youI don't care what you think unlessIt is about meIt is now my duty to completely drain youA travel through a tube and end up in your infectionChew your meat for youPass it back and forthIn a passionate kissFrom my mouth to yourscause I like you
With eyes so dilatedI've became your pupilYou've taught me everythingWithout a poison appleThe water is so yellowI'm a healthy studentIndebted and so gratefulVacuum out the fluids
― Curt1s St3ph3ns, Thursday, 13 March 2003 03:02 (twenty-three years ago)
We need more of this.
― Ned Raggett (Ned), Thursday, 13 March 2003 03:38 (twenty-three years ago)
Hey man, follow your daughter homeHey man, follow your daughter homeHey man, follow your daughter homeKeep her out of mischief, follow your daughter homeWhat are the boys like she's running and dancing with?Follow your daughter homeIs she still a virgin?Follow your daughter homeStaying out late with the boys past midnight, follow your daughter homeTie her up
Hey man, follow your daughter homeHey man, follow your daughter homeHey man, follow your daughter homeKeep her out of trouble, follow your daughter homeStaying out late in the bar with the bad men, follow your daughter homeKeep her out of mischief, follow your daughter homeYou're asking lotsa questions 'bout the boys she's sleeping with, follow your daughter homeWatch her, watch her
― Genevieve, Thursday, 13 March 2003 03:41 (twenty-three years ago)
i know that making fun of them is kinda like making fun of a retarded child, but the outfield's "your love" must have the worst lyrics i've ever heard:
Josie's on a vacation far awayCome around and talk it overSo many things that I wanna sayYou know I like my girls a little bit olderI just wanna use you love tonightI don't wanna lose your love tonightI ain't got many friends to talk toNowhere to run when I'm in troubleYou know I'd do anything for youStay the night but keep it undercoverI just wanna use you love tonightI don't wanna lose your love tonightTry to stop my hands from shaking,But something in my mind's not making senseIt's been a while since we were all alone,But I can't hide the way I'm feelingAs you're leaving please would you close the door,And don't forget what I told yaJust because you're right that don't make me wrongAnother shoulder to cry uponI just wanna use you love tonightI don't wanna lose your love tonightUse your loveLose your loveYour love
― Tad (llamasfur), Thursday, 13 March 2003 03:58 (twenty-three years ago)
Well, my dandruff is looseAn' my breath is chartreuseI know I ain't cuteAn' my voice is ka-poot
But that's awright peopleI'm just crazy enough to sing to youAny old way
I figure the odds be fifty-fiftyI just might have some thing to say
Ain't gonna sing you no love songHow my heart is all soreWill not beg your indulgence'Cause you heard it before
I have taken your timeI have sung you my songAin't no great revelationBut it wasn't too long
― Tad (llamasfur), Thursday, 13 March 2003 04:01 (twenty-three years ago)
― roger adultery (roger adultery), Thursday, 13 March 2003 04:05 (twenty-three years ago)
― Arthur (Arthur), Thursday, 13 March 2003 04:25 (twenty-three years ago)
― Thomas Chatterton, Thursday, 13 March 2003 04:55 (twenty-three years ago)
I wish I could live freeI hope it's not beyond me settling down it takes time one day we'll live together and life will be better I have it here yeah in my mind baby, you know someday you'll slow
baby, my heart's been breaking
I gave a lot to youI take a lot from you tooyou slave a lot from meguess you could sayi gave you my edge
I can't pretend I need to defend some part of me from you I know I've spent some time a-lying I can't pretend I don't need to defend some part of me from you I know I've spent some time a-lying
You're looking alright tonightI think we should goYou're looking alright tonightI think we should go
― Aaron A., Thursday, 13 March 2003 05:07 (twenty-three years ago)
― electric sound of jim (electricsound), Thursday, 13 March 2003 05:07 (twenty-three years ago)
― Jody Beth Rosen (Jody Beth Rosen), Thursday, 13 March 2003 05:20 (twenty-three years ago)
― Ned Raggett (Ned), Thursday, 13 March 2003 06:01 (twenty-three years ago)
ah, but the music makes all the difference -- better dumb lyrics set to music by a band heavily influenced by Joy Division, than dumb lyrics set to music by a band heavily influenced by Minor Threat or Jawbreaker.
it's a good thing that i generally don't pay much attention to lyrics anyway (unless they're either really good or really bad).
― Tad (llamasfur), Thursday, 13 March 2003 06:06 (twenty-three years ago)
Now that I think about it, almost in all of the Foo Fighters' songs, Dave has written some pretty stupid things. Here are some lines from some of their songs.
"Fingernails are prettyFingernails are good"- This Is A Call
"Puzzles suckLaugh in my face"- Alone+Easy Target(but BurmaKitty thought it was called, "I'm Only Retarded"
"I'm called a cowI'm not about to blow it nowFor all the cows"- For All The Cows
"You know you you make me break outI don't wanna look like that"- Breakout I think this is stupid because what, was he 30 years old when they wrote this? The cover of the single for this song has a bottle that says,"BREAKOUT maximum acne treatment"
"No one can find us nowLivin' with our heads under ground"- Next Year
"Nevermind mannequins drunk in the hollow townDrinkin' the spoils down"-MIA
"Turnnin' like a wheel inside your head"-Overdrive That's all I can think of now. I'll be back with more dumb lyrics from Dave Grohl soon. If you have any, please let me know.
― BurmaKitty (BurmaKitty), Thursday, 13 March 2003 06:06 (twenty-three years ago)
It always does. :-)
― Ned Raggett (Ned), Thursday, 13 March 2003 06:08 (twenty-three years ago)
That's great. The Foo Fighters are your favorite band and you talk about how great Dave Grohl's drumming is, but you ADMIT the lyrics are stupid.
What's up with that? What kind of FOO FIGHTERS FAN are you???
You don't see me getting on here posting stupid MISSION OF BURMA lyrics. You know why? Because when it's your fave band you are supposed to forgive them this type of stuff, NOT PUBLICIZE IT!!!!
wait a minute. What time is it?
10 o'clock?
Why are you not in bed?
GO TO BED!
NOW!!!!!
I don't care if you have never gotten a 'B' grade in school before. You cannot stay up later than your mother.
Now get off my computer AND GO TO SLEEP!
or ...or ...
No Foo Fighters for you on April 11th!
― BurmaKitty (BurmaKitty), Thursday, 13 March 2003 06:12 (twenty-three years ago)
Totally wrong.
― roger adultery (roger adultery), Thursday, 13 March 2003 06:43 (twenty-three years ago)
And really, really bad lyrics will overshadow and defeat great music. Musically, Turn on the Bright Lights is fantastic (most of it) but the lyrics are often so lame that the whole affair is just ruined for me.
― Aaron A., Thursday, 13 March 2003 06:50 (twenty-three years ago)
explain please?
― Tad (llamasfur), Thursday, 13 March 2003 06:50 (twenty-three years ago)
― kevin brady (groeuvre), Thursday, 13 March 2003 08:48 (twenty-three years ago)
and while we're still on the topic, the Drive By Truckers record might have been one of my favorites of last year had it not been for the inspid lyrics.
― roger adultery (roger adultery), Thursday, 13 March 2003 08:55 (twenty-three years ago)
― Lord Custos Epsilon (Lord Custos Epsilon), Thursday, 13 March 2003 13:28 (twenty-three years ago)
Boy, did THAT piss her off!
I laughed more.
12 year olds are so easy to tease. Actually, I think she was 10 then.
You should see when I get dressed slowly.
"Mom, you are gonna make me LATE!"
"Yeah, but Asia, you don't want to ALWAYS be on time. They might get used to it."
But as soon as she starts posting under a name like "schlongdong" I'll selling those damn Foo Fighter's tickets on Craigslist.org !!!!
― BurmaKitty (BurmaKitty), Thursday, 13 March 2003 17:35 (twenty-three years ago)
― Lord Custos Epsilon (Lord Custos Epsilon), Thursday, 13 March 2003 20:05 (twenty-three years ago)
― mike a (mike a), Thursday, 13 March 2003 20:10 (twenty-three years ago)
― Nick A. (Nick A.), Thursday, 13 March 2003 20:18 (twenty-three years ago)
― Lord Custos Epsilon (Lord Custos Epsilon), Thursday, 13 March 2003 20:20 (twenty-three years ago)
― daria g, Thursday, 13 March 2003 20:35 (twenty-three years ago)
*cough* *cough* *cough*
― Lord Custos Epsilon (Lord Custos Epsilon), Thursday, 13 March 2003 20:39 (twenty-three years ago)
ALL WE ARE SAYING IS GIVE PEACE A CHANCE
― nickalicious (nickalicious), Thursday, 13 March 2003 20:42 (twenty-three years ago)
― Nick A. (Nick A.), Thursday, 13 March 2003 20:45 (twenty-three years ago)
Tom Petty - Mary's New Car lyrics
Mary got a brand new carMary got a brand new set of wheelsNow everyone is so chargedMan you don't know how good it feelsAnd we wanna go where she goesWe wanna listen to her radio
Mary got a brand new carMary got the one she was savin' forNow everyone here is so chargedMany never looked so good beforeAnd we wanna go where she goesWe wanna listen to her radio
Can we ride? Mary can we ride?Can we ride? Mary can we ride?
― Philosopher-King, Tuesday, 22 April 2003 02:46 (twenty-three years ago)
― Evan (Evan), Tuesday, 22 April 2003 03:46 (twenty-three years ago)
Madonna: bitch got mad flow Is that how you do it? God help me, it's been a very long time since i wrote any HTML. Forgive me father for i have sinned. It's been three years since my last tagging session.
― Matt Maxwell (Matt M.), Tuesday, 22 April 2003 04:03 (twenty-three years ago)
― Matt Maxwell (Matt M.), Tuesday, 22 April 2003 04:04 (twenty-three years ago)
How you want to see this situationStraight down the barrel or from some other locationRunning up hills never been my vocationIt's my punishmentFor drinking my frustration
Big wide worldWhy don't you swallow my giftI'm ragged up and ready to griftBig wide worldSwallow my gift
Say a little something at the dinner tableRaise up your glasses if your eyesight's feebleTry and see the target is the barn not the stableGiving into comfortYou won't be able
You follow meI'll haunt youDon't bite babyIt's more than you can chew
So being this way says I'm in that waySays I live the way You'll complain about 'til death'Til you're smelling heaven's breathThen you might just realizeNasty little fuckersJust don't win the prize
Big wide worldWhy don't you swallow my giftI'm revved up and ready to griftBig wide worldSwallow my gift
― Pete Scholtes, Wednesday, 23 April 2003 00:41 (twenty-three years ago)
or, for a completely different type of awful, and from an album I love:
"Not bisexual/I'm an intellectual"
― chris herrington, Wednesday, 23 April 2003 04:02 (twenty-three years ago)
"If I'm smart then I'll run away.But I'm not, so I guess I'll stay."
"Here she comes, little Suzie Ho-Maker, thinks she'll get respect if she screws it."
"Hide behind your smile, all the world loves a clown.Just make 'em smile the whole world loves a clown.Wish you well, I cannot stay.You deserve an award for the role that you played."
― Evan (Evan), Wednesday, 23 April 2003 04:12 (twenty-three years ago)
What's that from?
― Evan (Evan), Wednesday, 23 April 2003 04:16 (twenty-three years ago)
― ArfArf, Wednesday, 23 April 2003 07:59 (twenty-three years ago)
is from a track off Illmatic, by Nas. I think it's "Halftime"
― chris herrington, Wednesday, 23 April 2003 16:13 (twenty-three years ago)
where the fuck is all the police lyrics that should be on here? Jesus! Most heinous is probably ending every line of "King Of Pain" with "that's my soul up there."
In fact, I need to start another thread...
― Anthony Miccio (Anthony Miccio), Wednesday, 23 April 2003 16:21 (twenty-three years ago)
― ss, Wednesday, 23 April 2003 16:40 (twenty-three years ago)
― nickn (nickn), Wednesday, 23 April 2003 22:27 (twenty-three years ago)
Just maybeYou need thisAnd I didn’t mean toLead you on
You were everything I wantedBut I just can't finish what I've startedThere’s no room left here on my backIt was damaged long agoThough you swear that you are trueI still pick my friends over you(My friends over you)
Please tell me everything,That you think that I should knowAbout all the plans we madeWhen I was never to be foundAnd it’s all right to forgetThat we still talkIts just for fun, isn’t itIt’s my fault that it fell apart
Cuz maybe you need thisAnd I didn’t mean toLead you on
Just maybe you need thisYou need this…And I didn’t mean toLead you on
You were everything I wantedBut I just can't finish what I've startedThere’s no room left here on my backIt was damaged long agoThough you swear that you are trueI still pick my friends over you
― Mike Taylor (mjt), Thursday, 24 April 2003 01:19 (twenty-three years ago)
I woke up it was 7Waited till 11just to figure out that no one would callI think i got a lot of friends but I don't hear from themWhat's another night all alone?When your spending everyday on you ownand here it goes
[CHORUS]I'm just a kid and life is a nightmareI'm just a kid, I know that its not fairNobody cares, cause I'm alone and the world ishaving more fun than me
And maybe when the night is dead, i'll crawl into my bedStaring at these 4 walls againI'll try to think about the last time, I had good timeEveryone's got somewhere to goAnd their gonna leave me here on my own
[REPEAT CHORUS]
What the fuck is wrong with me?don't fit in with anybodyHow did this happen to me?Wide awake I'm bored and I can't fall asleepcause every night is the worst night ever
I'm just a kid [repeat 5X]
[CHORUS (repeat 2X)]
I'm all alone tonightNobody cares tonightCause im just a kid tonight
― Mike Taylor (mjt), Thursday, 24 April 2003 01:21 (twenty-three years ago)
Gonna write a classic.Gonna write it in an attic. Babe I'm an addict.An addict for your love.
(Adrian Gurvitz, "Classic")
"Classic/attic" is bad enough, but then he takes it to a whole different level with "addict".
― harveyw (harveyw), Thursday, 24 April 2003 11:26 (twenty-three years ago)
Nightwish - Elvenpath
― man, Monday, 10 November 2003 19:25 (twenty-two years ago)
― gygax! (gygax!), Monday, 10 November 2003 19:34 (twenty-two years ago)
― gygax! (gygax!), Monday, 10 November 2003 19:36 (twenty-two years ago)
Hardcore, you know the scoreRhymes so good they deserve an encoreAll about the style we bringWe make you laugh like when you was a child againSmooth, that's how I rollI got so much soul when I step into the partyI wanna move somebodyI wanna move somebody
We're the masters of the ceremonyWhat does it take to be a garage MCPersonalityOriginalityOn a microphone they got to be
Capital U N the K N O I get downRepresents south London townPied Piper's on the decksRock the discoteque I'm back and it set
This one's for the heads out thereParty people can ya hear me clearIf you like it let me see your hands in the airIf you don't, y'all get the hell out of here
Bass is kickin', drums is drummin'When you hear dididi I'm comin'Shark P represents the west of LondonDT, Piper, Melody and Unknown
We're lovin' it, lovin' it, lovin' itWe're lovin' it like thisWe're lovin' it, lovin' it, lovin' itWe're lovin' it like thatDT, Melody, Sharky P, Unknown to make you rockSing we come to singAnd dance 'til we drop
Do you really like it, do you really like itWe're lovin' it, lovin' it, lovin' itWe're lovin' it like thisDo you really like it, is it, is it wickedWe're lovin' it, lovin' it, lovin' itWe're lovin' it like that
How you like my, how you like myHow you like meStyle, style, style
On your marks get set let's goFive four three two one zeroGet on down and do the limboHere we go, here we go, here we go, boDown with the one and twoMy selector you know the coupGonna get down with the original vibePied Piper gonna make you high to the sky
Jump, don't ever stopWith a little bit of this, little bit of thatJump, don't ever stopWith a little bit of this, little bit of thatLittle bit of funLittle bit of jokeLittle bit of ginLittle bit of smokeJump, on the ones and twosLet's go, let's go
Oh, how you like my, how you like myHow you like my styleOh, how you like my, how you like myHow you like my styleFor the summertime crew, c'mon (ooh ooh)
― @d@ml (nordicskilla), Monday, 10 November 2003 19:42 (twenty-two years ago)
[Chorus] Buy me diamonds and rubies I'm crazy bout Bentley's Gucci dresses and dropped up compressors Wine me and dine me Bring those platinum rings Those are a few of our favourite things
What I need is a gentleman Who does the best he can There to hold my hand I want him to understand Of course I want diamonds and expensive things Cos a girl gotta have her favourite things
Oh that's what you like Nice type of life Platinum and ice Not diamon ite Well that's alright You looking right Ass kinda tight Come spend the night Role with the G Oh we can B Right you and me Like fantasy I'll make it real So what the deal Girl tell Randy just how you feel
I would like a man who Takes care of business And still have the time to take me on a shopping spree What's mine is yours abd what's yours is mine With what we have let's put it together and we can shine
I know what you want and I got what you need I believe you should be rolling with me I take your around out on the town And show you the way that a baller gets down Whenever you're ready girl, we can go now And we can do things you don't even know how I know that you know that I'm feeling your style So tell me what to do just to make you go wild
Let me tell you about D, its all about Simplicity, easy to please But I like expensive things For me you can buy diamonds and pearls Just some of the little things I like in my world
So you like wining and dining and shining Gliding and riding Pushing them hot whips Mummy come get with a real pimp Its flossing Flawless honest I'll make you a shopoholic Buying you stuff until you vomit Blowing chronic, hopping on it Even if you didn't want it
― ailsa (ailsa), Monday, 10 November 2003 19:44 (twenty-two years ago)
I'm gonna soak up the sunI'm gonna tell everyoneTo lighten up (I'm gonna tell 'em that)I've got no one to blameFor every time I feel lameI'm looking upI'm gonna soak up the sunI'm gonna soak up the sun
I've got a crummy jobIt don't pay near enoughTo buy the things it takesTo win me some of your loveEvery time I turn aroundI'm looking up, you're looking downMaybe something's wrong with youThat makes you act the way you do
I'm gonna soak up the sunWhile it's still freeI'm gonna soak up the sunBefore it goes out on me
Don't have no master suiteI'm still the king of meYou have a fancy ride, but babyI'm the one who has the keyEvery time I turn aroundI'm looking up, you're looking downMaybe something's wrong with youThat makes you act the way you doMaybe I am crazy too
I'm gonna soak up the sunGot my 45 onSo I can rock on
******
I'm broke but I'm happyI'm poor but I'm kindI'm short but I'm healthy, yeahI'm high but I'm groundedI'm sane but I'm overwhelmedI'm lost but I'm hopeful babyWhat it all comes down toIs that everthing's gonna be fine fine fineI've got one hand in my pocketAnd the other one is giving a high fiveI feel drunk but I'm soberI'm young and I'm underpaidI'm tired but I'm working, yeahI care but I'm restlessI'm here but I'm really goneI'm wrong and I'm sorry babyWhat it all comes down toIs that everything's gonna be quite alrightI've got one hand in my pocketAnd the other is flicking a cigaretteWhat is all comes down toIs that I haven't got it all figured out just yetI've got one hand in my pocketAnd the other one is giving the peace signI'm free but I'm focusedI'm green but I'm wiseI'm hard but I'm friendly babyI'm sad but I'm laughingI'm brave but I'm chicken shitI'm sick but I'm pretty babyWhat it all boils down toIs that no one's really got it figured out just yetI've got one hand in my pocketAnd the other one is playing the pianoWhat it all comes down to my friendsIs that everything's just fine fine fineI've got one hand in my pocketAnd the other one is hailing a taxi cab...
― Blood and sparkles (bloodandsparkles), Monday, 10 November 2003 20:53 (twenty-two years ago)
― Felcher (Felcher), Monday, 10 November 2003 22:31 (twenty-two years ago)
New Order - 60 miles an hour
― paulhw (paulhw), Monday, 10 November 2003 22:34 (twenty-two years ago)
lyric as koan, from Sammy-era Van Halen
― mookieproof (mookieproof), Monday, 10 November 2003 22:47 (twenty-two years ago)
ChorusI can't find you where are you barbedwired babyAre you hiding?Please tell me what's inside the screenIs it a barbedwired baby's dream?
Verse 2Sitting all time tryin to make it rhymebut I'm stoned for a momentDigging in the moon with a silver spoon now I'm stoned for a moment with a friend
Do I have to repeat the chorus?
I DON'T THINK SO!
― Jay Kid (Jay K), Tuesday, 11 November 2003 02:37 (twenty-two years ago)
― Jay Kid (Jay K), Tuesday, 11 November 2003 02:39 (twenty-two years ago)
― Anthony Miccio (Anthony Miccio), Tuesday, 11 November 2003 02:40 (twenty-two years ago)
-Interpol "PDA"
― DarrensCoq, Tuesday, 11 November 2003 04:39 (twenty-two years ago)
― @d@ml (nordicskilla), Tuesday, 11 November 2003 04:48 (twenty-two years ago)
What's so bad about that? It's got a lilty little internal rhyme, and it means something. Take your Interpol hate elsewhere.
― Kenan Hebert (kenan), Tuesday, 11 November 2003 04:53 (twenty-two years ago)
I spent last winter in New York, And came upon a man. He was sleeping on the streets and homeless, He said, "I fought in Vietnam."
― cybele (cybele), Tuesday, 11 November 2003 04:54 (twenty-two years ago)
― DarrensCoq, Tuesday, 11 November 2003 05:04 (twenty-two years ago)
― Kenan Hebert (kenan), Tuesday, 11 November 2003 05:06 (twenty-two years ago)
― Dan Perry (Dan Perry), Tuesday, 11 November 2003 05:09 (twenty-two years ago)
― @d@ml (nordicskilla), Tuesday, 11 November 2003 05:49 (twenty-two years ago)
― Ned Raggett (Ned), Tuesday, 11 November 2003 05:50 (twenty-two years ago)
"Mars ain't the kind of place to raise your kids.In fact, it's cold as hell.And there's no one there to raise them if you did."
"Girls go to Mars, become rock stars.Boys go to Jupiter, get more stupider."
― Mr. Snrub (Mr. Snrub), Sunday, 8 May 2005 23:23 (twenty-one years ago)
― Michael Daddino (epicharmus), Monday, 9 May 2005 00:00 (twenty-one years ago)
Ack.
― Roz, Monday, 9 May 2005 00:07 (twenty-one years ago)
I still love the song, though.
― giboyeux (skowly), Monday, 9 May 2005 01:09 (twenty-one years ago)
Life (nanananana)Life is life (nanananana)Labadab dab dab life (nanananana)Liiiiiiiife (nanananana)
When we all give the powerWe all give the bestEvery minute of an hourDon't think about the restAnd you all get the powerYou all get the bestWhen everyone gets everythingAnd every song everybody sings
Life is life (nanananana)Life is life (nanananana)Life is life (nanananana)Labadab dab dab life (nanananana)
Life is life, when we all feel the powerLife is life, come on stand up and danceLife is life, when the feelings of the peopleLife is life, is the feeling of the band
When we all give the powerWe all give the bestEvery minute of an hourDon't think about the restThen you all get the powerYou all get the bestWhen everyone gives everythingAnd every song everybody sings
Life is life (nanananana)Life is life (nanananana)Labadab dab dab life (nanananana)Life is life (nanananana)
Life(nanananana)(nanananana)(nanananana)
And you call when it's overYou call it should lastEvery minute of the futureis a memory of the pastCause we all gave the powerWe all gave the bestAnd everyone Gave everythingAnd every song everybody sang
Life is life
― Geir Hongro (GeirHong), Monday, 9 May 2005 01:33 (twenty-one years ago)
― Geir Hongro (GeirHong), Monday, 9 May 2005 01:34 (twenty-one years ago)
When you feelin' alright, everything is up-tight Try to sing a song that goes ding ding-a-dong There will be no sorrow when you sing tomorrow And you walk along with your ding-dang-dong
Ding-a-dong every hour, when you pick a flower Even when your lover is gone, gone, gone Ding-a-dong, listen to it, maybe it's a big hit Even when your lover is gone, gone, gone Sing ding-ding-dong
― Eva van Rein (Gaia1981), Monday, 9 May 2005 07:22 (twenty-one years ago)
We live in a free worldI whistle down the windCarry on smilingAnd the world will smile with youLife is a flowerSo precious in your handCarry on smilingAnd the world will smile with you
When every race is runAnd the day is closing inI don’t care about the worldI’m living for the lightDon’t cry for me today, ah-ah ah...
We live in a free worldI whistle down the wind...
I can not be your judgeMr. jailer is your hostHe’s keeping you insideAnd hides you from the worldNo catcher in the ryeCan help you from yourself
Please mr. agonyRelease them for a whileLearn them the consequences ofLiving without life
We live in a free world...(repeat & fade)
― Philip Alderman (Phil A), Monday, 9 May 2005 09:04 (twenty-one years ago)
― Corey (burl), Monday, 21 August 2006 23:57 (nineteen years ago)
- Warrant, "Heaven". Way to flatter your ladyfriend, Mr. Lane.
― LC (Damian), Tuesday, 22 August 2006 00:59 (nineteen years ago)
Hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee heeMy name is Brian and I'm the manI write hit songs with a wave of my handSongs of surf and sun and sandI make great music with my bandSongs you dance to and songs of joyI'm the original Beach Boy
Everybody's gone surfin' Surfin USA
All the songs I used to writeTalked about girls who weren't too brightRound round get around I got aroundWhat I was lookin' for I never foundAs time goes on I've seen the lightIntelligent chicks are dynamite
When I grow up to be manGiddy-up giddy-up 409
Now some guys like the flashy typesAnd some guys dig the ugly typesI'm no different from the restI love hips and legs and breastsBut strictly on a higher planeWhat really turns me on's her brain
Smart girls, talkin' 'bout smart girlsSexy legs with high IQsSmart girls, I love the smart girlsYou brainy babes with your attitudes
Smart smart smart smart girls
Did I love you little surfer girlOr was it just your bod and long blonde curlsFun fun fun was all we heardCruisin' in her daddy's thunderbirdBa ba ba ba barbara annShe ran away with another man
This is the worst tripHelp me, RhondaGet her out of my heart
Rhonda helped helped, helped me for a whileNot much going on behind her smileI wanna hot hot, massive stimulationWomen with more imaginationYeah smart girls are my inspirationGiven meGood good good good vibrations
Wouldn't it be niceIf they gave PHDsFor strokin' me with hypothesesGimme a gal who teaches schoolWho's not afraid to break the rulesWomen doctors and lawyers, tooCan really make a man out of you
Smart girlsWish they all could beSmart girlsRhyme in poetryA clever head is a real turn-onYou bright, you brainy amazonsAuthors, scientists, and architechtsSultry babes with intellect
Don't worry babyEverything will turn out
God only knows what I'd beWithout smart girlsHip hop and harmonyI'm wiser now, I know where it's atIntelligence is an aphrodisiacSo if you're seekin' that perfect mateListen to Brian, beauty's great but
Big brains are awesome, dude
I wanna congratulate youYou were just fine
― Matt Golden (goldmatt), Tuesday, 22 August 2006 01:12 (nineteen years ago)
― bendy (bendy), Tuesday, 22 August 2006 03:08 (nineteen years ago)
This is the daybreakAnd this is the love we makeFor love is the law hereYou got to know how I love it, yeahIt's more than a mover
You know it takes all fast, all songStone cold wildBring the love inSon, brother, man, true nature childI think I'll sing it
― Scourage (Haberdager), Tuesday, 22 August 2006 09:46 (nineteen years ago)
Further on up this thread there was a mention of Schmoof!... profoundly bad, I had to leave a New Year's Eve party they were playing at because I just couldn't take it no more.
Here's my nomination courtesy of Public Enemy:
Flavor flav is in everything ya eat cause everything ya eat got flavorFlavor flav is da first taste ya git in da mornin - ya breakfast is da flavorIn between dat ta lunch - in between dat dinner - in between dat ta midnight flavorYeah, das right I got somethin fa all da fandangoes of damangoes of da fandangoes of da mangoes
― Rombald (rombald), Tuesday, 22 August 2006 09:49 (nineteen years ago)
― ramon fernandez (ramon fernandez), Tuesday, 22 August 2006 12:03 (nineteen years ago)
― Dom Passantino (Dom Passantino), Thursday, 14 September 2006 20:24 (nineteen years ago)
― Period period period (Period period period), Thursday, 14 September 2006 21:03 (nineteen years ago)
― latebloomer (latebloomer), Thursday, 14 September 2006 21:13 (nineteen years ago)
PJ And Duncan-Our Radio Rocks
Here we go, here we go, here we go! Here we go, here we go, here we go! Here we go, here we go! Here we go, here we go, here we go! Here we go, here we go, here we go! Here we go, here we go, here we go! Here we go, here we go...
Video never killed the radio star, I'm tuned in at home and in my car, 24-7, 7, 11, There better be radio when I get to heaven!
Locked into the frequency, Faces we never see, Ya got more pedigree than a rolls royce, Anytime you're my number one choice, Are you a person or simply a voice?
We're gonna dance to the music you play, Anytime; night or day, We're gonna dance to what you play, Our radio rocks!
Here we go, here we go, here we go! Radio! Here we go, here we go, here we go! Radio! Our radio, our radio, our radio rocks! Here we go, here we go, here we go! Radio! Here we go, here we go, here we go! Radio! AM, PM, AM, PM, FM anytime!
Funky punky soul, rock and roll, hip-hop, All night, all day, it don't ever stop, DJ, you're the shepherd and we are your flock, You holler, we follow our favourite jock!
They got a jingle plays all the time; it goes: OUR radio...OUR...OUR radio...OUR...
With my fly hi-fi I'm wired for sound, Rare groove, swing and underground, Scannin' the waves on my radio station, News, views, conversation!
Our flavour of music good to go, Keeps us buzzin' show after show, DJ, transmit, and I'm the reciever, Never saw your face but I'm still a believer!
― Boxing Kangaroo, Tuesday, 18 December 2007 18:41 (eighteen years ago)
Anything by Belgian grungers K's Choice fits the bill, this not least:
In my head there's a chair on which I used to sit Took a pencil and I wrote the following on it
Now there's a key where my wonderful mouth used to be Dig it up, throw it at me Dig it up, throw it at me
Where can I run to, where can I hide Who will I turn to now I'm in a virgin state of mind
Got a knife to disengage the voids that I can't bear To cut out words I've got written on my chair
Like do you think I'm sexy Do you think I really care
Can I burn the mazes I grow Can I, I don't think so
Where can I run to, where can I hide Who will I turn to now I'm in a virgin state of mind Virgin state of mind Virgin state of mind Virgin state of mind
― sonderangerbot, Wednesday, 19 December 2007 00:10 (eighteen years ago)
Hip Hop Marmalade spic And span, Met you one summer and it all began You're the best girl that I ever did see, The great Larry Bird Jersey 33 When you take a sip you buzz like a hornet Billy Shakespeare wrote a whole bunch of sonnets Call me Willy Whistle cause I can't speak baby Something in your eyes went and drove me crazy Now I can't forget you and it makes me mad, Left one day and never came back Stayed all summer then went back home, Macauly Culkin wasn't Home Alone Fell deep in love,but now we ain't speaking Michael J Fox was Alex P Keaton
― polyphonic, Wednesday, 19 December 2007 00:13 (eighteen years ago)
Nomming "Cold Lamping with Flavor" for this is a fail, y/y?
xp: As is nomming "Summer Girls". People WTF!
― The Reverend, Wednesday, 19 December 2007 00:19 (eighteen years ago)
It's like putting shit in your ears, waiting for it to harden, then forcefully extracting the hardened shit from your ears.
― polyphonic, Wednesday, 19 December 2007 00:20 (eighteen years ago)
haha! j0eks!
― The Reverend, Wednesday, 19 December 2007 00:22 (eighteen years ago)
Can I take your order please?
Let's eat to the beat
(Chorus) A pizza hut a pizza hut Kentucky fried chicken and a pizza hut A pizza hut a pizza hut Kentucky fried chicken and a pizza hut McDonalds McDonalds Kentucky fried chicken and a pizza hut McDonalds McDonalds Kentucky fried chicken and a pizza hut
You like it you love it You know you really want it The voices I hear Whenever you're around
I want it I need it Nothing else can beat it Hot and spicy Whenever I'm in town (mm mm)
Enticing exciting Aroma so inviting And when it hits Me, I wanna take you home
Trust me you must see Just what you're doing to me Driving me crazy Hungry to the bone
I think of you and lick my lips You've got the taste I can't resist Can't resist - can't resist Let's eat to the beat
(Repeat Chorus)
Would you like that to go?
Any sauces?
You're so sweet and you're neat You knock me off my two feet You're chunky and hunky I'm coming back for more (Hot Dog)
Your taste all embraces I gotta sing your praises Just savour the flavours Waiting at your door
Does anyone fancy a shake? Shake Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh Shake it to the left - Shake it to the right - Let's shake Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
― Ned Trifle II, Wednesday, 19 December 2007 00:27 (eighteen years ago)
Nobody feels any pain Tonight as I stand inside the rain Ev'rybody knows That Baby's got new clothes But lately I see her ribbons and her bows Have fallen from her curls. She takes just like a woman, yes, she does She makes love just like a woman, yes, she does And she aches just like a woman But she breaks just like a little girl.
Queen Mary, she's my friend Yes, I believe I'll go see her again Nobody has to guess That Baby can't be blessed Till she sees finally that she's like all the rest With her fog, her amphetamine and her pearls. She takes just like a woman, yes, she does She makes love just like a woman, yes, she does And she aches just like a woman But she breaks just like a little girl.
It was raining from the first And I was dying there of thirst So I came in here And your long-time curse hurts But what's worse Is this pain in here I can't stay in here Ain't it clear that--
I just can't fit Yes, I believe it's time for us to quit When we meet again Introduced as friends Please don't let on that you knew me when I was hungry and it was your world. Ah, you fake just like a woman, yes, you do You make love just like a woman, yes, you do Then you ache just like a woman But you break just like a little girl.
― Ned Trifle II, Wednesday, 19 December 2007 00:29 (eighteen years ago)
An old man turned ninety-eight He won the lottery and died the next day It's a black fly in your Chardonnay It's a death row pardon two minutes too late And isn't it ironic... don't you think
It's like rain on your wedding day It's a free ride when you've already paid It's the good advice that you just didn't take Who would've thought... it figures
Mr. Play It Safe was afraid to fly He packed his suitcase and kissed his kids goodbye He waited his whole damn life to take that flight And as the plane crashed down he thought "Well isn't this nice..." And isn't it ironic... don't you think
― Bo Jackson Overdrive, Wednesday, 19 December 2007 00:33 (eighteen years ago)
Ambling madly all over the town The call to arms, you're likened to a whisper I liken to a radio You were a brick bag a bowery tuff, so rough They called you from a cartoon Pulled out of your pantaloons
― elan, Wednesday, 19 December 2007 00:48 (eighteen years ago)
Come you masters of war You that build all the guns You that build the death planes You that build all the bombs You that hide behind walls You that hide behind desks I just want you to know I can see through your masks
You that never done nothin' But build to destroy You play with my world Like it's your little toy You put a gun in my hand And you hide from my eyes And you turn and run farther When the fast bullets fly
― paulhw, Wednesday, 19 December 2007 01:46 (eighteen years ago)
Now that she's back in the atmosphere With drops of Jupiter in her hair, hey hey heyyyy She acts like summer and she walks like rain Reminds me that there's time to change, hey hey heyyyy Since her return from her stay on the moon, She listens like spring and she talks like June, hey hey heyyyy
...et cetera. Fuck this band.
― babyalive, Wednesday, 19 December 2007 02:31 (eighteen years ago)
I put my hand on your stocking, I was movin' nice and slow Let my fingers do the walking, and there ain't far to go
Don't tell me "I don't wanna be a girl like that" Do you wanna see a grown man cry? You don't wanna be a girl like that Baby this could be the first time (this could be the first time)
Naughty naughty, loud and bawdy, t-t-t-t-tease me Take it easy, hug and squeeze A naughty naughty, naughty, I'm a naughty naughty guy
-John Parr, "Naughty Naughty"
― miryam, Wednesday, 19 December 2007 03:51 (eighteen years ago)
Whoa, I've never actually paid attention to the lyrics to "Ironic" before! They're sooooo bad!
― Hurting 2, Wednesday, 19 December 2007 05:11 (eighteen years ago)
Ladies and gentlemen, it's "Titles" by Barclay James Harvest:
The long and winding road That leads to your door Here comes the sun it's all right People shout for more But were you trying to deceive telling me All you need is love to succeed Lady Madonna let it be Something in the way you moved me yesterday All you need is love so they say
Across the universe One after nine 'o' nine I got a feeling for you blue And I feel fine I tried so hard to make believe that I'd see All you need is love to succeed
Lady Madonna let it be Something in the way you moved me yesterday All you need is love so they say
Imagine nowhere man In my life's where you'd be Band on the run can't buy you love and I agree It was a long and winding road Before I'd see The fool upon the hill was really me
― Geir Hongro, Wednesday, 19 December 2007 09:26 (eighteen years ago)
Hulk Hogan-Beach Patrol
I was walking down the beach Looking for some action Had my radio set on a rap-rap station Saw a girl in trouble, a sticky situation She wanted me to give her mouth to mouth resuscitation
We are the beach patrol We wanna party party party We are the beach patrol We wanna party party party
We were cruisin’ down the beach Checking out the action Had my radio rockin’ to a heavy metal station Putting on some shades, trying to catch some rays When I caught the lifeguard messin’ with my babe
― Boxing Kangaroo, Wednesday, 19 December 2007 19:53 (eighteen years ago)
Kneel down in awe of the genius that is Emerson Lake & Palmer's A Taste Of My Love
Most genius verse in italics.
A Taste Of My Love
Ohhh, you look so hungry woman how come you strayed in here with your eyes so bright on this long hot night. Could it be for a taste of my love Down on your knees with your face to the wall Saying please please please.
My friend said I should call well I do feel lonely woman And to tell the truth , I could use some company to come closer to me. Help yourself to a taste of my love.
Call up room service, order peaches and cream I like my desert first - if you know what I mean. Yeah, taste it , taste it, taste it Around the maze of pleasure to the gates of pain, you're driving me insane.
Take all you need from the taste of my love I want to love you like nobody ever loved you Get on my stallion and we'll ride. I want to hold you and enfold you beyond reason I want to dynamite your mind with love tonight. Go down gently with your face to the east The sun may be rising but we haven't finished the beast.
Ohhh, you still look hungry woman I'm glad your came in here with your eyes so bright, on this long hot night You need love - I need love, here it comes , the taste of my love.
I'm gonna love you like nobody ever loved you climb on my rocket and we'll fly. Over the moon past the sun till we find the gates of heaven open wide for lovers I'm gonna love you like nobody ever loved you climb on my rocket and we'll fly.
― kornrulez6969, Wednesday, 19 December 2007 20:01 (eighteen years ago)
(Speechless)
― Boxing Kangaroo, Wednesday, 19 December 2007 20:06 (eighteen years ago)
sounds like tenacious d
― Whiney G. Weingarten, Wednesday, 19 December 2007 20:08 (eighteen years ago)
Carl Palmer's gonna come out the sidehatch
The lyrics don't even do it justice. It must be heard to be fully appreciated. Keith Emerson subtly lays down a Charlie Chan-esque Oriental keyboard riff after the "Face to the east" line. And he does some type of charge SFX after "stallion and we'll ride"
ELP's Love Beach is far and away my favorite prog album because of insane stuff like this.
― kornrulez6969, Wednesday, 19 December 2007 20:17 (eighteen years ago)
French kissin' in the USA French kissin' in the USA! French kissin' in the USA French kissin' in the USA! Lips are in motion - ocean to ocean - Paris is calling - falling we're falling -
― henry s, Wednesday, 19 December 2007 20:28 (eighteen years ago)
Imagine there's no Heaven It's easy if you try No hell below us Above us only sky Imagine all the people Living for today
Imagine there's no countries It isn't hard to do Nothing to kill or die for And no religion too Imagine all the people Living life in peace
You may say that I'm a dreamer But I'm not the only one I hope someday you'll join us And the world will be as one
Imagine no possessions I wonder if you can No need for greed or hunger A brotherhood of man Imagine all the people Sharing all the world
You may say that I'm a dreamer But I'm not the only one I hope someday you'll join us And the world will live as one
― pc user, Wednesday, 19 December 2007 20:35 (eighteen years ago)
"you're in my heart, just like a tattoo"
― trashthumb, Wednesday, 19 December 2007 20:36 (eighteen years ago)
(Lyrics cannot conceivably be worse than these, which are from a current 'hit' from Pat something or other (Monahan?))
She’s not afraid; she just likes to use her night light When she gets paid, true religion gets it all If they fit right.
She’s a little bit manic, completely organic Doesn’t panic for the most part.
She’s old enough to know, and young enough not to say no To any chance that she gets for home plate tickets to see the Mets. Like everybody, she’s in over her head, Dreads Feds, Grateful Dead, and doesn’t take meds.
She’s a Gemini Capricorn Thinks all men are addicted to porn. I don’t agree with her half the time, But, damn I’m glad she’s mine.
Her eyes, that’s where hope lies. That’s where blue skies Meet the sunrise. Her eyes, that’s where I go When I go home.
She got the kinda strength that every man wishes he had. She loved Michael Jackson up until he made Bad.
Tells me that she lives about a hundred lives, Scares me to death when she thinks and drives, Says cowboy hats make her look fat, and I’m so glad she’s mine.
She doesn’t know the word ‘impossible’ Don’t care where I’ve been and doesn’t care where we’re goin’ to. She takes me as I am, and that ain’t easy. She’s beautiful. So beautiful.
And sometimes I think she’s truly crazy. And I love it.
Her eyes, that’s where hope lies. That’s where blue skies Always meet the sunrise. Her eyes, that’s where I go When I go home.
She’s not afraid she just likes to use her night light.
― wanko ergo sum, Thursday, 20 December 2007 16:45 (eighteen years ago)
-- trashthumb, Wednesday, 19 December 2007 20:36 (Yesterday) Bookmark Link
Whoa! WHAT?
― Mark G, Thursday, 20 December 2007 16:50 (eighteen years ago)
I'm sorry, but this
is genius
― If Assholes Could Fly This Place Would Be An Airport, Thursday, 20 December 2007 17:12 (eighteen years ago)
My friends, I think it's time we opened the Ocean Colour Scene songbook;
The house caught on fire in the winter
the bosses lay slain
and each of the workers decided to ten-fold their pay
and they saw in the mirror the sun had been shot down in flames
and nobody minded the hole in the sky or the rain
but it doesn't really matter when the judgements are said
'cos we all take our chances to find out romance is in some others bed
and you might burn your fingers hock your best rings for those
who'd have you standing naked then publicly auction the use of a hose
all the children were laughing their faces in half at the pain
of the girl who loved talking to walls and jumping at trains
and the words that ring true in the playground of fools will remain
but it doesn't really matter when the rights have been read
'cos we all take our chances to glance at the wife in the opposite bed
and I bet Nero and Pilate could easily explain
how policemen & pirates get stoned in glass houses just finding their way.
― Boxing Kangaroo, Friday, 21 December 2007 16:27 (eighteen years ago)
Well I saw the thing comin' out of the sky It had the one long horn, one big eye I commenced to shakin' and I said "ooh-eee" It looks like a purple eater to me
It was a one-eyed, one-horned, flyin' purple people eater (One-eyed, one-horned, flyin' purple people eater) A one-eyed, one-horned, flyin' purple people eater Sure looks strange to me (One eye?)
Well he came down to earth and he lit in a tree I said Mr. Purple People Eater, don't eat me I heard him say in a voice so gruff I wouldn't eat you cuz you're so tough
It was a one-eyed, one-horned, flyin' purple people eater One-eyed, one-horned flyin' purple people eater One-eyed, one-horned, flyin' purple people eater Sure looks strange to me (One horn?)
I said Mr. Purple People Eater, what's your line He said it's eatin' purple people and it sure is fine But that's not the reason that I came to land I wanna get a job in a rock and roll band
Well bless my soul, rock and roll, flyin' purple people eater Pigeon-toed, undergrowed, flyin' purple people eater (We wear short shorts) Flyin' purple people eater Sure looks strange to me
And then he swung from the tree and he lit on the ground He started to rock, really rockin' around It was a crazy ditty with a swingin' tune Sing a boop boop aboopa lopa lum bam boom
Well bless my soul, rock and roll, flyin' purple people eater Pigeon-toed, undergrowed, flyin' purple people eater I like short shorts Flyin' little people eater Sure looks strange to me (Purple People?)
And then he went on his way, and then what do ya know I saw him last night on a TV show He was blowing it out, a'really knockin' em dead Playin' rock and roll music through the horn in his head
[Clarinet solo]
Tequila
― Sean D'olier, Sunday, 20 July 2008 18:46 (seventeen years ago)
Come on, there's no way that's worse than other lyrics that have been posted here.
― Sundar, Sunday, 20 July 2008 19:05 (seventeen years ago)
Take your time and make me love you good Take your time and make me love you good Take your time and make me love you good Take your time and make me love you good
Love me 'til I want no more Make me feel the spirit 'til I have to go
Rock me again and again and again and again and again and again Rock me again and again and again and again and again and again Rock me again and again and again and again and again and again Rock me again and again and again and again and again and again
Show me what you feel when you hold me close Let me see you twist and give me a sexy dose
Rock me baby, make my face get soaking wet Rock me, Lord baby, 'bout to work me to death Rock me baby, like my back ain't got no bone Rock me good, good bad, then leave me alone
― Geir Hongro, Sunday, 20 July 2008 20:59 (seventeen years ago)
Ambling madly all over the town The call to arms, you likened to a whisper I liken to a radio You were a brickbat, a bowery tough, so rough They culled you from a cartoon Pulled out of your pantaloons
― elan, Sunday, 20 July 2008 22:02 (seventeen years ago)
An old favourite of mine, although I think King Crimson were firmly in self-parody mode by this time...
And if Warhol's a genius, what am I, A speck of lint on the penis of an alien Buried in gelatin Beneath the sands of Venus
― Just got offed, Sunday, 20 July 2008 22:08 (seventeen years ago)
elan seems to have learned the correct lyrics to The Soldiering Life sometime in the past seven months.
― St3ve Go1db3rg, Sunday, 20 July 2008 23:17 (seventeen years ago)
I haven't clicked to view all the stuff in the middle of this thread but I'm convinced that MarkR has the win with "A World Gone Mad." It's a shame because, yeah, I mean, their hearts were in the right places and it was nice to hear the sentiments at that moment in time, but, I mean, read these bits again and tell me there's been anything worse posted on this thread:
Now don't get us wrong 'cause we love America But that's no reason to get hysterica They're layin' on the syrup thick We ain't waffles we ain't havin' it
Say ooh ah what's the White House doin'? Oh no! Say, what in tarnation have they got brewing??!!!!???!!
George Bush you're looking like Zoolander Trying to play tough for the camera
― Doctor Casino, Monday, 21 July 2008 03:04 (seventeen years ago)
"Untouched" - The Veronicas
I go ooh ooh, you go ah ah lalalalalalalala
lalalalalalalala I wanna wanna wanna get get get what I want Don't stop Give me give me give me what you got got Cause I can't wait wait wait any more more more more Don't even talk about the consequence Cause right now you're the only thing that's making any sense to me And I don't give a damn what they say, what they think think Cause you're the only one who's on my mind I'll never ever let you leave me I'll try to stop time for ever, never wanna hear you say goodbye (bye bye bye)
I feel so untouched And I want you so much That I just can't resist you It's not enough to say that I miss you I feel so untouched right now Need you so much somehow I can't forget you I've gone crazy from the moment I met you
There's more...but it's not any better
― Aja, Monday, 21 July 2008 04:07 (seventeen years ago)
Purple People Eater is awesome, WTF!
― Whiney G. Weingarten, Monday, 21 July 2008 04:40 (seventeen years ago)
lol
Hot Action Cop to thread.-- Sterling Clover (s_clover), Wednesday, March 12, 2003 1:04 AM (5 years ago) Bookmark Link
-- Sterling Clover (s_clover), Wednesday, March 12, 2003 1:04 AM (5 years ago) Bookmark Link
― Whiney G. Weingarten, Monday, 21 July 2008 04:41 (seventeen years ago)
This durstworthy line on the new Estelle album
Yeah, you sound like shit, like you're taking a piss
Almost ruins the whole album for me.
― Whiney G. Weingarten, Monday, 21 July 2008 04:47 (seventeen years ago)
I love the song but "I am yours, you are mine, you are what you are" and "how can you catch the sparrow?" are such hippie ridiculousness.
― filthy dylan, Monday, 21 July 2008 07:37 (seventeen years ago)
Emily Chambers would make it pay Everyone knew she`d turn out that way She turned her back and she`ll be okay But she`s not okay at all
Every night with the radio on Emily fears that the day won`t come The moon is there to do her harm She`s not all right at all
Don`t get arrested Don`t buy a machine gun You`re on the run And you`re not on the scene You`re not so cool And you`re not a jerk You may be a villain But no Patty Hearst You`re Emily Chambers And what`s worse Is a whipping wind And a box in a hearse And a trigger in your head And a pen in your hand And the pain in the verse And the flat drying land And the thin of the air And a pain that hurts You`re Emily Chambers in the universe
― Boxing Kangaroo, Tuesday, 22 July 2008 22:07 (seventeen years ago)
Girl you're in the kitchen Cooking me a meal Something makes me wanna come in there and get a feel Walk around in your t-shirt Nothing else on Strutting pass, switching that ass while I'm on the phone Cutting up tomatoes, fruits and vegetables and potatoes Girl, you look so sexy while you're doing the damn thang I want
Sex in the kitchen over by the stove Put you on the counter by the buttered rolls Hands on the table, on your tippy toes We'll be making love like the restaurant was closed
― Boxing Kangaroo, Tuesday, 22 July 2008 22:09 (seventeen years ago)
Argh someone just had to post Sex in the Kitchen, didn't they.
― call all destroyer, Tuesday, 22 July 2008 22:27 (seventeen years ago)
The car won't start--it's Falling apart I was late for work and the boss got smart My pantyline shows--got a run in my hose My hair went flat--man, I hate that
Just when I thought things couldn't get worse I realized I forgot my purse With all this stress--I must confess This could be worse than PMS
This job ain't worth the pay Can't wait 'til the end of the day Honey, I'm on my way Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
Honey, I'm home and I had a hard day Pour me a cold one and oh, by the way Rub my feet, gimme something to eat Fix me up my favorite treat Honey, I'm back, my head's killing me I need to relax and watch TV Get off the phone--give the dog a bone Hey! Hey! Honey, I'm home
― Boxing Kangaroo, Tuesday, 22 July 2008 22:34 (seventeen years ago)
Are you solid Are you solid as a rock Have you a strong foundation Or can your soul be bought It ain't true that Everybody's got a price I sing this song for everyone Who stands up for their rights Every brother is a Star Every sister is a star Every brother is a star Every sister is a star Sister Rosa, Malcom X & Dr. King Showed us we got power Showed what changes we could bring To change society You have gotta change the law Their bodies may be gone But their spirits still live on Repeat Chorus Rebel souls For the dreamers, rebel souls & future days Be brave & strong Keep keepin' on Be conscious in the chaos The queen of England There's no greater anarchist One man's freedom fighter Is another's terrorist Repeat chorus (2x)
Primal Scream Star lyrics
― Pillbox, Tuesday, 22 July 2008 22:47 (seventeen years ago)
The VCR and the DVD There wasn't none of that crap back in 1970 We didnt know about a world wide web It was a whole different game being played back when I was a kid Wanna get down in a cool way Picture yourself on a beautiful day Big bell bottoms and groovy long hair Just walkin in style with a portable CD player No, you would listen to the music on the AM radio Yeah, you could hear the music on a AM radio
- Everclear, "AM Radio"
― Doctor Casino, Sunday, 27 July 2008 04:52 (seventeen years ago)
Niggas in the Bronx call me Lex 'cause I push a Lex. And I rock a Rolex. And I lounge on Lex. And I love sex.
― Mr. Snrub, Thursday, 14 August 2008 06:14 (seventeen years ago)
This song triggers some really hard realizations for me, In a lot of ways I see myself as that rat in a cage.
― If Timi Yuro would be still alive, most other singers could shut up, Thursday, 14 August 2008 07:12 (seventeen years ago)
Let’S fly, let’s fly, fly, fly Ryanair, We’re gonna take you there, fly, fly Ryanair,
Let’s fly, let’s fly, fly fly Ryanair, We’re gonna take you there, fly, fly Ryanair,
Sit down, relax, time to step in, Buy a juice for Little Johnny and get yourself a Gin,
We got sweets, treats, lots of goodies on the trolley for you,
Whatever it is that you need, ask the friendly cabin crew,
Let’s fly, let’s fly, fly, fly Ryanair, We’re gonna take you there, fly, fly Ryanair,
Let’s fly, let’s fly, fly, fly Ryan-air,
We’re gonna take you there, fly, fly Ryanair…
― Doctor Robotnik (Sean D'olier), Thursday, 11 December 2008 23:54 (seventeen years ago)
Some will strut and some will fretSee this an hour on the stageOthers will not but theyll sweatIn their hopelessness and their rageWe're all the same the men of angerAnd women of the page
They published your diaryAnd that's how I got to know youThe key to the room of your own and a mind without endAnd heres a young girlOn a kind of a telephone line through timeAnd the voice at the other end comes like a long lost friendSo I know Im all rightLife will come and life will goStill I feel its all rightCause I just got a letter to my soulAnd when my whole life is on the tip of my tongueEmpty pages for the no longer youngThe apathy of time laughs in my faceYou say each life has its place
The hatches were battenedThe thunderclouds rolled and the critics stormedThe battle surrounded the white flag of your youthIf you need to know that you weathered the stormOf cruel mortalityA hundred years later Im sitting here living proofSo you know youre all right(all right)Life will come and life will go(life will come and go)Still youll feel its all right(all right)Someonell get a letter to your soul(someone gets your soul)When your whole life is on the tip of your tongueEmpty pages for the no longer youngThe apathy of time laughed in your faceDid you hear me say each life has its place
The place where you hold meDark in a pocket of truthThe moon had swallowed the sun and the light of the earthAnd so it was for youWhen the river eclipsed your lifeAnd sent your soul like a message in a bottle to meAnd it was my rebirthSo we know were all right(all right)Though life will come and life will go(though life will come and life will go)Still youll feel its all right(all right)Someonell will get a letter to your soul(someone gets your soul)Then you know youre all right(when my whole life is on the tip of my tongue)Then you feel youre all right(empty pages for the no longer young)And your hear dry you eyes(you said)And you know its all right(each life has its place)And your hear dry your eyes(you said)And you know its all right(each life has its place)And its all right(itll be all right)
― If Timi Yuro would be still alive, most other singers could shut up, Friday, 12 December 2008 02:19 (seventeen years ago)
Seasons must changeSeparate paths, separate waysIf we blame it on anythingLet's blame it on the rain
I knew it all alongI'd have to write this songToo young to fall in loveGuess we knew it all along
That's alright, that's okayWe were walkin' through some youthSmilin' through some painThat's alright, that's okayLet's turn the page
― redmond, Friday, 12 December 2008 02:24 (seventeen years ago)
We were walkin' through some youth
This is actually kind of genius and would be recognized as such if it were from a Blackbyrds song or something.
― If Timi Yuro would be still alive, most other singers could shut up, Friday, 12 December 2008 02:27 (seventeen years ago)
"I took a look into your hateIt made me feel very up-to-date"
― Mr. Snrub, Sunday, 21 April 2013 01:25 (thirteen years ago)
The VCR and the DVD There wasn't none of that crap back in 1970 We didnt know about a world wide web It was a whole different game being played back when I was a kid Wanna get down in a cool way Picture yourself on a beautiful day Big bell bottoms and groovy long hair Just walkin in style with a portable CD player No, you would listen to the music on the AM radio Yeah, you could hear the music on a AM radio- Everclear, "AM Radio"― Doctor Casino, Sunday, July 27, 2008 12:52 AM (4 years ago)
― Doctor Casino, Sunday, July 27, 2008 12:52 AM (4 years ago)
I thought freeform FM radio was the chosen format of hippies, whereas AM radio was reserved for unadventurous Top 40 stuff. It's sad to imagine baby Everclear getting down to The Archies and The Partridge Family and no one having the heart to tell him how pathetic he looked. since it's an Everclear song, I doubt the irony is intentional.
― second geir, lean right (little hongro hongro go faster faster) (unregistered), Sunday, 21 April 2013 04:13 (thirteen years ago)
Sour cream, in salad or in soupWith you inside me I can really loop the loop the loopCivilization will flowerBlack, brown, and white can have cow power.When we all have plenty of sour cream.Civilization will flowerBlack, brown, and white can have cow power.When we all have plenty of sour cream.
-Pete Seeger, "Sour Cream"Words and Music by Pete Seeger (1976)
― second geir, lean right (little hongro hongro go faster faster) (unregistered), Sunday, 21 April 2013 04:19 (thirteen years ago)
― soundnfury, Wednesday, March 12, 2003 12:54 AM (10 years ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink
amazing post
― flopson, Sunday, 21 April 2013 05:45 (thirteen years ago)
Why do you assume Everclear were hippies? They were little kids during the 1970s. Plus, freeform FM radio didn't really exist after 1972, it all became strictly formatted by programmers after then. Plus, Top 40 was wildly eclectic in the '70s. It was The Partridge Family, but then it was Black Sabbath or Kraftwerk or Donna Summer. It was a lot more unpredictable than it is now.
― Josefa, Sunday, 21 April 2013 05:47 (thirteen years ago)
There's a Jessie J song where she repeatedly says that 'it's OK not to be OK'
― paolo, Sunday, 21 April 2013 09:38 (thirteen years ago)
I mean I'd have to agree with that sentiment but the whiny way she says it makes me wish that she'd just shut the fuck up
― paolo, Sunday, 21 April 2013 09:39 (thirteen years ago)
“Lately I've been sipping on a soda.And I'm chilling with a hottie and she's really into yoga.”
― Mr. Snrub, Thursday, 2 January 2020 03:11 (six years ago)
Every second countsWhen I am with youI think you are a pigYou should be in a zoo
- New Order, Every Little Counts.
Beat that.
― does it look like i'm here (jon123), Thursday, 2 January 2020 11:46 (six years ago)
this is the longest i've ever seen a discussion about bad lyrics last without someone mentioning des'ree, 'Life.' so i'll do the honours:Ooh, YeahOh yeahOh LifeOh LifeI'm afraid of the darkEspecially when I'm in the parkWhen there's no one else aroundOh I get the shiversI don't wanna see a ghostIt's the sight that I fear mostI'd rather have a piece of toastWatch the evening newsLife, oh lifeOh life, oh lifeLife, oh lifeOh life, oh lifeI'm a superstitious girlI'm the worst in the worldNever walk under laddersI keep a rabbits' tailI'll take you up on a dareAnytime, anywhereName the place, I'll be thereBungee jumping, I don't careLife, oh lifeOh life, oh lifeLife, oh lifeOh life, oh lifeLifeSo after all's said and doneI know I'm not the only oneLife indeed can be funIf you really want toSometimes living out your dreamsAin't as easy as it seemsYou wanna fly around the worldIn a beautiful balloonLife, oh lifeOh life, oh lifeLife, oh lifeOh life, oh lifeLife, oh lifeOh life, oh lifeLife, oh lifeOh life, oh lifeOh life, oh life..― pete b. (pete b.), woensdag 12 maart 2003 10:44
Life, oh lifeOh life, oh lifeLife, oh lifeOh life, oh lifeLife, oh lifeOh life, oh lifeLife, oh lifeOh life, oh lifeOh life, oh life..― pete b. (pete b.), woensdag 12 maart 2003 10:44
Saw an old performance of this song on German TV on New Year’s night and this is still the dampest and dumbest squid>>squib ever (not even the BALLOON! can save it).
― breastcrawl, Thursday, 2 January 2020 14:46 (six years ago)
that new order lyric rules
― bold caucasian eroticism (Simon H.), Thursday, 2 January 2020 14:50 (six years ago)
I keep a rabbits' tailShe’s not even doing this right, is she(?)
― the beer of champagnes (morrisp), Thursday, 2 January 2020 15:09 (six years ago)
LOL
― Soup on my lanyard (Tom D.), Thursday, 2 January 2020 15:11 (six years ago)
Everything - Hooch vs. LFO - Summer Girls vs. Crazy Town - ButterflyRusted Root Neologisms
― Drive Like a Demon From Steakhouse to Steakhouse (Old Lunch), Thursday, 2 January 2020 15:17 (six years ago)
Maybe this is fruit is too low-hanging, but:
Yo listen up, here's a storyabout a little guy that lives in a blue world
(Lord, I can't even bring myself to type the rest of it)
― may the force leave us alone (zchyrs), Thursday, 2 January 2020 16:43 (six years ago)
I'm imagining an alternate and greatly abbreviated version of the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air theme where Will Smith clumsily delivers just those two lines before the show abruptly cuts to commercial and it's kinda killing me rn.
― Drive Like a Demon From Steakhouse to Steakhouse (Old Lunch), Thursday, 2 January 2020 16:49 (six years ago)
She put the her in hurtShe put the why in tryShe put the S.O.B. In soberShe put the hang in hangover (hangover)She put the ex in sexShe put the low in blowShe put a big F.U. in my futureYeah she's got a wayShe's got a way with wordsYeah she's got a way with words
― pomenitul, Thursday, 2 January 2020 17:07 (six years ago)
The whole thing is a masterclass in debasing the English language.
― pomenitul, Thursday, 2 January 2020 17:08 (six years ago)
& the Fresh Prince theme is a masterclass in compressed storytelling IMO
― may the force leave us alone (zchyrs), Thursday, 2 January 2020 17:12 (six years ago)
nothing wrong with that new order line!
― akm, Thursday, 2 January 2020 17:15 (six years ago)
ILM gonna ILM.
― pomenitul, Thursday, 2 January 2020 17:16 (six years ago)
Had to Google that Blake Shelton lyric because I guessed Amanda Palmer
― Paul Ponzi, Thursday, 2 January 2020 17:57 (six years ago)
I guess Gwen Stefani has a definite type, huh.
― Drive Like a Demon From Steakhouse to Steakhouse (Old Lunch), Thursday, 2 January 2020 18:01 (six years ago)
If they combined their powers, I'm sure Rossdale and Shelton could end the scourge of the English language once and for all.
― Drive Like a Demon From Steakhouse to Steakhouse (Old Lunch), Thursday, 2 January 2020 18:03 (six years ago)
We turned the dirt and worked until the week's doneWe take a break and break bread on SundayAnd then do it all againWe live in a wheelWhere everyone stealsBut when we rise it's like strawberry fields'Cause we're proud to be from God's country (Yeah, yeah)
― pomenitul, Thursday, 2 January 2020 18:06 (six years ago)
"She has robes and she has monkeysLazy diamond studded flunkies”
― Mr. Snrub, Wednesday, 18 October 2023 22:48 (two years ago)
Real-life Spinal Tap award goes to:
Your body was honeyI tasted a lotBut let me tell you, babeI need more than you got
― Halfway there but for you, Thursday, 19 October 2023 02:21 (two years ago)
i don't remember if i posted them on here years ago but to this day Bush have the worst rock lyrics i've ever read. like they were creating AI-generated grunge lyrics before it was possible!
And will you rain downIn your cinematic love truckI'm gonna hold you likeNothing's gonna stop us
And she comes to take me awayShe's all that I neededI don't breathe another loverNo
Flicker on a TV screenEverything's more than it seemsThe mighty backward fallWe stare at the light on the wall
And I swear to thisShe felt like velvetSecond blonde childLike velvet, velvet
― scott seward, Thursday, 19 October 2023 03:15 (two years ago)
Do you feel the way you hate?Do you hate the way you feel?Always closest to the flameEver closer to the bladeYeah
[Verse 2]I am poison crazy lushBuilt these hands to lift me upWe are servants of our formulaic ways
[Pre-Chorus]I'm screaming daisiesFrom 14 miles awayI've got my own timeGot it all today
[Chorus]Make up your mindI need some helpTo find this mind, mind, mind
Limbo this and limbo thatYou were this and you were thatEver know that what you fear is what you find
[Pre-Chorus]This indian summerI signed my life awayThere's a greedy fly in hereAnd I fly away
Make up your mindI need some helpTo find this mind, mind, mindMind, mind, mind, mindMind, mind, mind
― scott seward, Thursday, 19 October 2023 03:22 (two years ago)
still dying over this one:
Gonna rock, and roll this placeWith the power of the ninja turtle bass
thinking of a Ninja Turtle bass as an alternative to a Precision or a Rickenbacker or something. "Why don't we do another take and you try playing it on the Ninja Turtle bass? It'll sound more powerful."
― Paul Ponzi, Thursday, 19 October 2023 12:07 (two years ago)