What band in your opinion has the best lyrics for it's songs? Feel free to post lyrics for specific songs as well, and why you chose them. I'd prefer not a large amount of youtube vids either, they really slow down browsers.
Best lyrics?
Andre 3000 international players anthem. Some language and I hope it comes out right.----
So, I typed a text to a girl I used to see
Sayin that I chose this cutie pie with whom I wanna be
And I apologize if this message gets you down
Then I CC'd every girl that I'd see see round town and
I hate to see y'all frown but I'd rather see her smiling
Wetness all around me, true, but I'm no island
Peninsula maybe, makes no sense I know, crazy
Give up all this pussy cat thats in my lap no lookin back
Spaceships dont come equipped with rearview mirrors
They dip as quick as they can
The atmosphere is now ripped
Im so like a Pip, Im glad its night
So the light from the sun would not burn me on my bum
When I shoot the moon high, jump the broom
Like a premie out the womb
My partner yellin "Too soon! Dont do it! Reconsider!
Read some litera - ture on the subject
You sure? Fuck it
You know we got your back like chiroprac - tic
If that bitch do you dirty
we'll wipe her ass out as in detergent
Now hurry hurry, go on to the altar
I know you aint a pimp but pimp remember what I taught ya
Keep your heart 3 stacks, keep your heart
Aye, keep your heart 3 stacks, keep your heart
Man, these girls is smart, 3 stacks, these girls is smart
Play your part
Play your part"
Sing me a song, you're a singer
Do me a wrong, you're a bringer of evil
The Devil is never a maker
The less that you give, you're a taker
So it's on and on and on, it's Heaven and Hell, oh well
The lover of life's not a sinner
The ending is just a beginner
The closer you get to the meaning
the sooner you'll know that you're dreaming
So it's on and on and on, oh it's on and on and on
It goes on and on and on, Heaven and Hell
I can tell, fool, fool!
Well if it seems to be real, it's illusion
For every moment of truth, there's confusion in life
Love can be seen as the answer, but nobody bleeds for the dancer
And it's on and on, on and on and on....
They say that life's a carousel
Spinning fast, you've got to ride it well
The world is full of Kings and Queens
Who blind your eyes and steal your dreams
It's Heaven and Hell, oh well
And they'll tell you black is really white
The moon is just the sun at night
And when you walk in golden halls
You get to keep the gold that falls
It's Heaven and Hell, oh no!
Fool, fool!
You've got to bleed for the dancer!
Fool, fool!
Look for the answer!
Fool, fool, fool!
Vance Astro says:
"Jax says:"Andre 3000 international players anthem. Some language and I hope it comes out right.---- So, I typed a text to a girl I used to see Sayin that I chose this cutie pie with whom I wanna be And I apologize if this message gets you down Then I CC'd every girl that I'd see see round town and I hate to see y'all frown but I'd rather see her smiling Wetness all around me, true, but I'm no island Peninsula maybe, makes no sense I know, crazy Give up all this pussy cat thats in my lap no lookin back Spaceships dont come equipped with rearview mirrors They dip as quick as they can The atmosphere is now ripped Im so like a Pip, Im glad its night So the light from the sun would not burn me on my bum When I shoot the moon high, jump the broom Like a premie out the womb My partner yellin "Too soon! Dont do it! Reconsider! Read some litera - ture on the subject You sure? Fuck it You know we got your back like chiroprac - tic If that bitch do you dirty we'll wipe her ass out as in detergent Now hurry hurry, go on to the altar I know you aint a pimp but pimp remember what I taught ya Keep your heart 3 stacks, keep your heart Aye, keep your heart 3 stacks, keep your heart Man, these girls is smart, 3 stacks, these girls is smart Play your part Play your part" "There ya go!"
You too huh?
Vance Astro says:
"Jax says:"Vance Astro says:Some of the most creative lyrics I've heard in a while.Especially considering the region Andre comes from.""Jax says:You too huh?""Andre 3000 international players anthem. Some language and I hope it comes out right.---- So, I typed a text to a girl I used to see Sayin that I chose this cutie pie with whom I wanna be And I apologize if this message gets you down Then I CC'd every girl that I'd see see round town and I hate to see y'all frown but I'd rather see her smiling Wetness all around me, true, but I'm no island Peninsula maybe, makes no sense I know, crazy Give up all this pussy cat thats in my lap no lookin back Spaceships dont come equipped with rearview mirrors They dip as quick as they can The atmosphere is now ripped Im so like a Pip, Im glad its night So the light from the sun would not burn me on my bum When I shoot the moon high, jump the broom Like a premie out the womb My partner yellin "Too soon! Dont do it! Reconsider! Read some litera - ture on the subject You sure? Fuck it You know we got your back like chiroprac - tic If that bitch do you dirty we'll wipe her ass out as in detergent Now hurry hurry, go on to the altar I know you aint a pimp but pimp remember what I taught ya Keep your heart 3 stacks, keep your heart Aye, keep your heart 3 stacks, keep your heart Man, these girls is smart, 3 stacks, these girls is smart Play your part Play your part" "There ya go!"
That's true.
For me it would have to be A Perfect Circle. Their songs are usually geared towards the obscure political references that make you think. This one is one of my favorites.
A Perfect Circle- Pet
Don't fret precious I'm here, step away from the window
Go back to sleep
Lay your head down child
I won't let the boogeyman come
Counting bodies like sheep
To the rhythm of the war drums
Pay no mind to the rabble
Pay no mind to the rabble
Head down, go to sleep
To the rhythm of the war drums
Pay no mind what other voices say
They don't care about you, like I do, like I do
Safe from pain and truth and choice and other poison devils,
See, they don't give a f*ck about you, like I do.
Just stay with me, safe and ignorant,
Go back to sleep
Go back to sleep
Lay your head down child
I won't let the boogeyman come
Count the bodies like sheep
To the rhythm of the war drums
Pay no mind to the rabble
Pay no mind to the rabble
Head down, go to sleep to the rhythm of the war drums
I'll be the one to protect you from
Your enemies and all your demons
I'll be the one to protect you from
A will to survive and a voice of reason
I'll be the one to protect you from
Your enemies and your choices son
They're one in the same
I must isolate you
Isolate and save you from yourself
Swayin' to the rhythm of the new world order and
Count the bodies like sheep to the rhythm of the war drums
The boogeymen are coming
The boogeymen are coming
Keep your head down, go to sleep, to the rhythm of the war drums
Stay with me
Safe and ignorant
Just stay with me
Hold you and protect you from the other ones
The evil ones
Don't love you son,
Go back to sleep
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Jax says:
"Andre 3000 international players anthem. Some language and I hope it comes out right.---- So, I typed a text to a girl I used to see Sayin that I chose this cutie pie with whom I wanna be And I apologize if this message gets you down Then I CC'd every girl that I'd see see round town and I hate to see y'all frown but I'd rather see her smiling Wetness all around me, true, but I'm no island Peninsula maybe, makes no sense I know, crazy Give up all this pussy cat thats in my lap no lookin back Spaceships dont come equipped with rearview mirrors They dip as quick as they can The atmosphere is now ripped Im so like a Pip, Im glad its night So the light from the sun would not burn me on my bum When I shoot the moon high, jump the broom Like a premie out the womb My partner yellin "Too soon! Dont do it! Reconsider! Read some litera - ture on the subject You sure? Fuck it You know we got your back like chiroprac - tic If that bitch do you dirty we'll wipe her ass out as in detergent Now hurry hurry, go on to the altar I know you aint a pimp but pimp remember what I taught ya Keep your heart 3 stacks, keep your heart Aye, keep your heart 3 stacks, keep your heart Man, these girls is smart, 3 stacks, these girls is smart Play your part Play your part" "
There ya go!
It's redundant for me, but Carry on My Wayward Son by Kansas. It's lyrics convey a message of Never Giving Up, and the hardships someone faces in life. h/o, lemme get lyrics...
Jax says:
"Vance Astro says:"Jax says:You too huh?""Andre 3000 international players anthem. Some language and I hope it comes out right.---- So, I typed a text to a girl I used to see Sayin that I chose this cutie pie with whom I wanna be And I apologize if this message gets you down Then I CC'd every girl that I'd see see round town and I hate to see y'all frown but I'd rather see her smiling Wetness all around me, true, but I'm no island Peninsula maybe, makes no sense I know, crazy Give up all this pussy cat thats in my lap no lookin back Spaceships dont come equipped with rearview mirrors They dip as quick as they can The atmosphere is now ripped Im so like a Pip, Im glad its night So the light from the sun would not burn me on my bum When I shoot the moon high, jump the broom Like a premie out the womb My partner yellin "Too soon! Dont do it! Reconsider! Read some litera - ture on the subject You sure? Fuck it You know we got your back like chiroprac - tic If that bitch do you dirty we'll wipe her ass out as in detergent Now hurry hurry, go on to the altar I know you aint a pimp but pimp remember what I taught ya Keep your heart 3 stacks, keep your heart Aye, keep your heart 3 stacks, keep your heart Man, these girls is smart, 3 stacks, these girls is smart Play your part Play your part" "There ya go!"
Some of the most creative lyrics I've heard in a while.Especially considering the region Andre comes from.
Back in school they never taught us what we needed to know,
like how to deal with despair, or someone breaking your heart.
For twelve years I've held it all together but a night like this is begging to pull me apart.
I played it quiet, left you deep in conversation.
I felt uncool and hung out around the kitchen.
I remember I kept thinking that I know you never would,
and now I know I want to kill you like only a best friend could.
Everyone's caught on to everything you do
Everyone's caught on to.
As if this happening wasn't enough I got to go
and write a song just to remind myself how bad it sucked.
Ignore the sun, the cover's over my head.
I wrote a message on my pillow that says, "Jesse, stay asleep in bed."
So don't apologize. I hope you choke and die.
Search your cell for something with which to hang yourself.
They say you need to pray if you want to go to heaven
but they don't tell you what to say when your whole life has gone to hell.
Everyone's caught on to everything you do
Everyone's caught on to
And everyone's caught on to everything you do (And I can't let you, let me down again.)
Everyone's caught on to (And I can't let you, let me down again)
So, is that what you call a getaway?
Tell me what you got away with.
Cause I've seen more spine in jellyfish.
I've seen more guts in eleven-year-old kids.
Have another drink and drive yourself home.
I hope there's ice on all the roads.
And you can think of me when you forget your seatbelt,
and again when your head goes through the windshield.
And is that what you call tact?
You're as subtle as a brick in the small of my back.
So let's end this call, and end this conversation.
and is that what you call a getaway?
well tell me what you got away with.
cause you left the frays from the ties you severed
when you say best friends means friends forever
So, is that what you call a getaway?
Well tell me what you got away with.
Cause I've seen more spine in jellyfish.
I've seen more guts in eleven-year-old kids.
Have another drink and drive yourself home.
I hope there's ice on all the roads.
And you can think of me when you forget your seatbelt,
and again when your head goes through the windshield.
Everyone's caught on to everything you do (And I can't let you, let me down again)
Everyone's caught on to (And I can't let you, let me down again)
seventy times seven by brand new
There are a few bands/groups that I love the lyrics for... HIM, Lordi, Sarah McLachlan, Within Temptation...
Crimson Orchid says:
"There are a few bands/groups that I love the lyrics for... HIM, Lordi, Sarah McLachlan, Within Temptation..."
I missed Voltaire... lol, he's brilliant.
Here's another one. Papa Roach To be Loved.--------------------
Listen up
turn it up and rock it out
party on
i wanna hear to scream and shout!
this is real, as real as it gets
i came to get down to get some fucking respect!
taking it back to the hardcore level
i’d rather be ready for some battles in the metal
taking it back to the hardcore level
better be ready for some battles in the metal
go!
whooohooohohooo – i’m never giving in!
whooohooohohooo - i’ll never give up!
whooohooohohooo – i’m never giving in!
i just wanna be, wanna be loved!
i want domination!!!!
i want your submission!!!
i see you're not resistin!!!
to this temptation!!!!
ive got one confesion!!!
a love deprivation!!!!
i've got a jet black heart
that's all fucked up and it's fallin apart!!!!
whooohooohohooo – i’m never giving in!
whooohooohohooo - i’ll never give up!
whooohooohohooo – i’m never giving in!
i just wanna be, wanna be loved!
i've got another confession!!!!
i fell to temptation!!!
and there is no question!!!!
there's some connection!!!
i've got to follow my heart no matter how far!!!!
i've gotta roll the dice never look back and never think twice!!!
whooohooohohooo – i’m never giving in!
whooohooohohooo - i’ll never give up!
whooohooohohooo – i’m never giving in!
i just wanna be, wanna be loved!
take the past burn it up and let it go!!!!
carry on i'm stronger than you'll ever know!!!
thats the deal you get no respect!!!!
your gonna get yours you better watch your fuckin neck!!!!!
whooohooohohooo – i’m never giving in!
whooohooohohooo - i’ll never give up!
whooohooohohooo – i’m never giving in!
i just wanna be, wanna be loved!
Crimson Orchid says:
"Crimson Orchid says:"There are a few bands/groups that I love the lyrics for... HIM, Lordi, Sarah McLachlan, Within Temptation..."I missed Voltaire... lol, he's brilliant."
him is an awesome choice, i love them.
Lady Tlieso says:
"Crimson Orchid says:"Crimson Orchid says:"There are a few bands/groups that I love the lyrics for... HIM, Lordi, Sarah McLachlan, Within Temptation..."I missed Voltaire... lol, he's brilliant."
him is an awesome choice, i love them."
They're fantastic...
Sparda says:
"@Priestess: From what I know of Perfect Circle, their lyrics are awesome."
They're amazing. And have some amazing songs that actually talk about something important. Pet is just that one song of theirs that really sticks out because of the imagery, yet you can figure out what they're referring to.
These are the lyrics to the best lullaby I've ever heard in my life.
Goodnight, Demon Slayer
here’s a monster that lives ‘neath your bed
Oh for crying out loud it’s a futon on the floor
He must be flat as a board
There’s a creature that lurks behind the door
Though I’ve checked there 15 times
When I leave then he arrives
Every night
Tell the monster that lives ‘neath your bed
To go somewhere else instead
Or you’ll kick him in the head
Tell the creature that lurks behind the door
If he knows what’s good he won’t come here no more
Cause you’ll kick in his butt at the count of four
Goodnight demon slayer, goodnight
Now it's time to close your tired eyes
There are devils to slay and dragons to ride
If they see you coming, hell they better hide
Goodnight, goodnight, goodnight
Goodnight my little slayer goodnight
Tell the monster that eats children, that you taste bad
And you’re sure you’d be the worst he’s ever had
If he eats you, don’t you fret, just cut him open with an axe
Don’t regret it, he deserved it, he’s a cad
Tell the harpies that land on your bed post
That at the count of five you’ll roast them alive
Tell the devil it's time you gave him his due
He should go back to hell, he should shake in his shoes
Cause the mightiest, scariest, creature is you
Goodnight demon slayer, goodnight
Now it's time to close your tired eyes
There's devils to slay and dragons to ride
If they see you coming, hell they better hide
Goodnight, goodnight, goodnight
Goodnight my little slayer goodnight
I won’t tell you, there’s nothing ‘neath your bed
I won’t sell you, that it’s all in your head
This world of ours is not as it seems
The monsters are real but they're not in your dreams
Learn what you can from the beasts you defeat,
you’ll need it for some of the people you meet
Goodnight demon slayer, goodnight
Now its time to close your tired eyes
There are devils to slay and dragons to ride
If they see you coming, hell they better hide
Goodnight
-Voltaire
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Sparda says:
"Good stuff guys.@Priestess: From what I know of Perfect Circle, their lyrics are awesome."
Maynard bloody rules.
Ms. Invisible says:
"Sparda says:"Good stuff guys.@Priestess: From what I know of Perfect Circle, their lyrics are awesome."Maynard bloody rules."
I dunno who/what that is :(
@Priestess: I find the lead singer's (dunno his name) to be very imaginative with his lyrics. The bulk of my knowledge comes from my experience with Tool.
@Anyone: My current favourite band, Kamelot, has very good lyrics, I find. The two albums that I have from them are concept albums (they tell a story) so they're pretty specific, but I really like this song's lyrics.....
Who wants to separate
The world we know from our beliefs
And who sees only black and white
Distinguish loss from sacrifice
Some day we may come to peace
With the world within ourselves
And I will await you
Until I close my eyes
When your time has come
You know you'll be lonely once again
And the final winter comes to us all
Life is treacherous
But you're not the only who must pretend
We're a second in time
We're the last in the line
Of the prey that walks the earth
Good and evil combined
I am the god in my own history
The master of the game
I may believe if she would come to me
And whisper out my name
Sometimes I wonder where the wind has gone
If life has ever been
Sometimes I wonder how belief alone
Can cut me free from sin
When you close your eyes
Mementos of summer retrieves your mind
Like a drizzle afternoon cleans the air
When the winter blows
You're glad you remember you really tried
And it comes to an end
Even winter... life fall
And we all have our beliefs
Pray for mercy for all
I am a man without a mystery
The deal is done within
I will embrace the coldest winter breeze
And pay for every sin
VICTORIA, NON PRAEDA
MEMENTO MORI
UNA VOCE... VOLO, NON VALEO
DULCE ET DECORUM EST
PRO PATRIA MORI
MEMENTO MORI
So subservant in your embrace
No more denial
No run away
This is the final
My last recall
And that's the price for what we learn
The more we know the more we yearn
Cause we're so alone
I am a man without a mystery
The deal is done within
I will embrace the coldest winter breeze
The journey can begin
I'm still the god in my own history
I still believe that she will come to me
And whisper out my name
Some day we will come to peace
And reach beyond behind the lies
And I will await you
Until I close my eyes
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@ crimson - those lyrics are great. i'm not familiar with voltaire but i'm going to have to check them out.
Ms. Invisible says:
"Sparda says:"Good stuff guys.@Priestess: From what I know of Perfect Circle, their lyrics are awesome."Maynard bloody rules."
Agreed, he's talented as all heck, although I prefer him in APC as opposed to Tool.
Jethro Tull. Greatest band, ever. No debate. Tull, greatest band. All there is to it.
Aqualung
Sitting on a park bench --
eyeing ittle girls with bad intent.
Snot running down his nose --
greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes.
Drying in the cold sun --
Watching as the frilly panties run.
Feeling like a dead duck --
spitting out pieces of his broken luck.
Sun streaking cold --
an old man wandering lonely.
Taking time
the only way he knows.
Leg hurting bad,
as he bends to pick a dog-end --
he goes down to the bog
and warms his feet.
Feeling alone --
the army's up the rode
salvation à la mode and
a cup of tea.
Aqualung my friend --
don't start away uneasy
you poor old sod, you see, it's only me.
Do you still remember
December's foggy freeze --
when the ice that
clings on to your beard is
screaming agony.
And you snatch your rattling last breaths
with deep-sea-diver sounds,
and the flowers bloom like
madness in the spring.
Cross-Eyed Mary
Who would be a poor man, a beggarman, a thief --
if he had a rich man in his hand.
And who would steal the candy
from a laughing baby's mouth
if he could take it from the money man.
Cross-eyed Mary goes jumping in again.
She signs no contract
but she always plays the game.
Dines in Hampstead village
on expense accounted gruel,
and the jack-knife barber drops her off at school.
Laughing in the playground -- gets no kicks from little boys:
would rather make it with a letching grey.
Or maybe her attention is drawn by Aqualung,
who watches through the railings as they play.
Cross-eyed Mary finds it hard to get along.
She's a poor man's rich girl
and she'll do it for a song.
She's a rich man stealer
but her favour's good and strong:
She's the Robin Hood of Highgate --
helps the poor man get along.
Cheap Day Return
On Preston platform
do your soft shoe shuffle dance.
Brush away the cigarette ash that's
falling down your pants.
And you sadly wonder
does the nurse treat your old man
the way she should.
She made you tea,
asked for your autograph --
what a laugh.
Mother Goose
As I did walk by Hampstead Fair
I came upon Mother Goose -- so I turned her loose --
she was screaming.
And a foreign student said to me --
was it really true there are elephants and lions too
in Piccadilly Circus?
Walked down by the bathing pond
to try and catch some sun.
Saw at least a hundred schoolgirls sobbing
into hankerchiefs as one.
I don't believe they knew
I was a schoolboy.
And a bearded lady said to me --
if you start your raving and your misbehaving --
you'll be sorry.
Then the chicken-fancier came to play --
with his long red beard (and his sister's weird:
she drives a lorry).
Laughed down by the putting green --
I popped `em in their holes.
Four and twenty labourers were labouring --
digging up their gold.
I don't believe they knew
that I was Long John Silver.
Saw Johnny Scarecrow make his rounds
in his jet-black mac (which he won't give back) --
stole it from a snow man.
Wond'ring Aloud
Wond'ring aloud --
how we feel today.
Last night sipped the sunset --
my hands in her hair.
We are our own saviours
as we start both our hearts beating life
into each other.
Wond'ring aloud --
will the years treat us well.
As she floats in the kitchen,
I'm tasting the smell
of toast as the butter runs.
Then she comes, spilling crumbs on the bed
and I shake my head.
And it's only the giving
that makes you what you are.
Up To Me
Take you to the cinema
and leave you in a Wimpy Bar --
you tell me that we've gone to far --
come running up to me.
Make the scene at Cousin Jack's --
leave him put the bottles back --
mends his glasses that I cracked --
well that one's up to me.
Buy a silver cloud to ride --
pack the tennis club inside --
trouser cuffs hung far too wide --
well it was up to me.
Tyres down on your bicicle --
your nose feels like an icicle --
the yellow fingered smoky girl
is looking up to me.
Well I'm a common working man
with a half of bitter -- bread and jam
and if it pleases me I'll put one on you man --
when the copper fades away.
The rainy season comes to pass --
the day-glo pirate sinks at last --
and if I laughed a bit to fast.
Well it was up to me.
My God
People -- what have you done --
locked Him in His golden cage.
Made Him bend to your religion --
Him resurrected from the grave.
He is the god of nothing --
if that's all that you can see.
You are the god of everything --
He's inside you and me.
So lean upon Him gently
and don't call on Him to save you
from your social graces
and the sins you used to waive.
The bloody Church of England --
in chains of history --
requests your earthly presence at
the vicarage for tea.
And the graven image you-know-who --
with His plastic crucifix --
he's got him fixed --
confuses me as to who and where and why --
as to how he gets his kicks.
Confessing to the endless sin --
the endless whining sounds.
You'll be praying till next Thursday to
all the gods that you can count.
Hymn 43
Oh father high in heaven -- smile down upon your son
whose busy with his money games -- his women and his gun.
Oh Jesus save me!
And the unsung Western hero killed an Indian or three
and made his name in Hollywood
to set the white man free.
Oh Jesus save me!
If Jesus saves -- well, He'd better save Himself
from the gory glory seekers who use His name in death.
Oh Jesus save me!
I saw him in the city and on the mountains of the moon --
His cross was rather bloody --
He could hardly roll His stone.
Oh Jesus save me!
Slipstream
Well the lush separation unfolds you --
and the products of wealth
push you along on the bow wave
of the spiritless undying selves.
And you press on God's waiter your last dime --
as he hands you the bill.
And you spin in the slipstream --
timeless -- unreasoning --
paddle right out of the mess.
Locomotive Breath
In the shuffling madess
of the locomotive breath,
runs the all-time loser,
headlong to his death.
He feels the piston scraping --
steam breaking on his brow --
old Charlie stole the handle and
the train won't stop going --
no way to slow down.
He sees his children jumping off
at the stations -- one by one.
His woman and his best friend --
in bed and having fun.
He's crawling down the corridor
on his hands and knees --
old Charlie stole the handle and
the train won't stop going --
no way to slow down.
He hears the silence howling --
catches angels as they fall.
And the all-time winner
has got him by the balls.
He picks up Gideons Bible --
open at page one --
old Charlie stole the handle and
the train won't stop going --
no way to slow down.
Wind Up
When I was young and they packed me off to school
and taught me how not to play the game,
I didn't mind if they groomed me for success,
or if they said that I was a fool.
So I left there in the morning
with their God tucked underneath my arm --
their half-assed smiles and the book of rules.
So I asked this God a question
and by way of firm reply,
He said -- I'm not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays.
So to my old headmaster (and to anyone who cares):
before I'm through I'd like to say my prayers --
I don't believe you:
you had the whole damn thing all wrong --
He's not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays.
Well you can excomunicate me on my way to Sunday school
and have all the bishops harmonize these lines --
how do you dare tell me that I'm my Father's son
when that was just an accident of Birth.
I'd rather look around me -- compose a better song
`cos that's the honest measure of my worth.
In your pomp and all your glory you're a poorer man than me,
as you lick the boots of death born out of fear.
I don't believe you:
you had the whole damn thing all wrong --
He's not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays.
Post Edited:2008-02-13 21:46:52
Jax says:
"Here's another one. Papa Roach To be Loved.-------------------- Listen up turn it up and rock it out party on i wanna hear to scream and shout! this is real, as real as it gets i came to get down to get some fucking respect! taking it back to the hardcore level i’d rather be ready for some battles in the metal taking it back to the hardcore level better be ready for some battles in the metal go! whooohooohohooo – i’m never giving in! whooohooohohooo - i’ll never give up! whooohooohohooo – i’m never giving in! i just wanna be, wanna be loved! i want domination!!!! i want your submission!!! i see you're not resistin!!! to this temptation!!!! ive got one confesion!!! a love deprivation!!!! i've got a jet black heart that's all fucked up and it's fallin apart!!!! whooohooohohooo – i’m never giving in! whooohooohohooo - i’ll never give up! whooohooohohooo – i’m never giving in! i just wanna be, wanna be loved! i've got another confession!!!! i fell to temptation!!! and there is no question!!!! there's some connection!!! i've got to follow my heart no matter how far!!!! i've gotta roll the dice never look back and never think twice!!! whooohooohohooo – i’m never giving in! whooohooohohooo - i’ll never give up! whooohooohohooo – i’m never giving in! i just wanna be, wanna be loved! take the past burn it up and let it go!!!! carry on i'm stronger than you'll ever know!!! thats the deal you get no respect!!!! your gonna get yours you better watch your fuckin neck!!!!! whooohooohohooo – i’m never giving in! whooohooohohooo - i’ll never give up! whooohooohohooo – i’m never giving in! i just wanna be, wanna be loved! "
I just like Papa Roach alot. They have some good songs. That's why it's all f*cked up and it's falling apaaaaaaarrrt.
Five Finger Death Punch-Ashes
(1st Verse)
You dont understand me..And you probably never will!!
I got a tendency to self destructAnd a soft spot, for the filth!!
A hair trigger temperament A switchblade, for a tongue!!
Im a walking one man genocide
With a black belt, in corrupt!!
(CHORUS)
EVERYTHING I TOUCH TURNS TO ASHES!!
..FALLS AWAY!! ..IT FALLS AWAY!?
EVERYTHING I TOUCH TURNS TO ASHES!!??!!
..SLIPS RIGHT THROUGH MY HANDS!!??!!
... Love me!?
... Hate me!?!
Isolate me, everyday that Im alive!!
Strait up mentally unstable!!
YOU DONT HAVE TO LIKE MY LIFE!!
(2nd Verse)
Im a jinx, a curse;
... Some say, THE WORST!!!
Im a savage, rabid beast!!
Ive been called so many F*CKING things
It doesnt affect me in the least!!
Ive stolen, lied, been crucified!! But I dont regret a thing!!
Im an egocentric, masochistWith a sadists point of bleak!!
(CHORUS)
EVERYTHING I TOUCH TURNS TO ASHES!!
FALLS AWAY!! ..IT FALLS AWAY!!??!!
EVERYTHING I TOUCH TURNS TO ASHES!!??!!
...IT SLIPS RIGHT THROUGH MY HANDS!?!?
... Love me?!
... Hate me!?
Isolate me, everyday that Im alive!!
Live to prove you wrong. its easy
When your heart is filled with ice!!
Chapters In My Life Define Me!!
Changed me into this deprived
Strait up, mentally unstable!!
YOU DONT HAVE TO LIKE MY LIFE!!!
for metal it's pretty good
Lady Tlieso says:
"@ crimson - those lyrics are great. i'm not familiar with voltaire but i'm going to have to check them out."
He's brilliant. He has one called "If I Only Were A Goth" that is amazing, as well as "The Headless Waltz". Some Amazing stuff.
Sparda says:
"Ms. Invisible says:"Sparda says:"Good stuff guys.@Priestess: From what I know of Perfect Circle, their lyrics are awesome."Maynard bloody rules."
I dunno who/what that is :(
@Priestess: I find the lead singer's (dunno his name) to be very imaginative with his lyrics. The bulk of my knowledge comes from my experience with Tool.
"
Sparda, the lead singer is the "Maynard" that Ms. Invisible mentioned.
And he's got a flare for the lyrics. And the statements he's trying to make with the songs.
Sparda says:
"Shadow Priestess says:"Sparda, the lead singer is the "Maynard" that Ms. Invisible mentioned."D'oh!"
Lol. You've learned something new for the today.
Shadow Priestess says:
"Sparda says:"Shadow Priestess says:"Sparda, the lead singer is the "Maynard" that Ms. Invisible mentioned."D'oh!"
Lol. You've learned something new for the today. "
Yeah, but I might forget it in the 80% that I'll forget when I wake up tomorrow, :)
Welcome to the Vine, by the way.
Oh, what the hell? One more, for the road. Raphsody, the Last Winged Unicorn.
The seven red flames of the cave
are lightning the horrible torture
constricted to see the regrets
to have had the life from his god
Airin sheds black tears supporting the terrible rape
the fury of the sons of the thunder
is breaking the mystical chain
Arwald falls so to his knees
while Akron the black king is laughing
the princess falls down on the stones
with no breath of life anymore
May your ambition lead you to the unholy name
So my soul will fight you forever
in one of the many new hells
From the holy sea of golden flames
flies the last winged unicorn
With its magic breath of innocence
rising to the crystal throne
Skies are spitting holy fire wisdom cries and deadly whispers flow
Flow down to silent mystic shores
Shores of the spirits thirst for vengeance waiting for their holy crystal gate
Gate to the sunny holy lands
"Lands of a timeless world...
an enchanted timeless world like no other...
there where magic flowers paint the cosmic landscape
and noone knows the word... pain!"
Tears of blood and sadness formed the wonderful silent lake
Swans and birds in water games will call Airin's name... her name!
And now is the time to decide
on a way to escape from the cavern
the old silver chains on the wall
are now also trapping their souls
Airin my princess I can not endure all my pain
but I swear to you on my proud name...
you'll open the mystical gate!
From the holy sea of golden flames
flies the last winged unicorn
With its magic breath of innocence
rising to the crystal throne
From the holy sea of golden flames
flies the last winged unicorn
With its magic breath of innocence
rising to the crystal throne!
Sparda, I command thee to listen to more Raphsody.
German
„Suche gut gebauten 18-30jährigen zum Schlachten“
Der Metzgermeister
Heute treff' ich einen Herrn
Der hat mich zum Fressen gern
Weiche Teile und auch harte
stehen auf der Speisekarte
Denn du bist was du isst
und ihr wisst was es ist
Es ist mein Teil – nein
Mein Teil – nein
Da das ist mein Teil – nein
Mein Teil – nein
Die stumpfe Klinge gut und recht
Ich blute stark und mir ist schlecht
Muss ich auch mit der Ohnmacht kämpfen
ich esse weiter unter Krämpfen
Ist doch so gut gewürzt
und so schön flambiert
und so liebevoll auf Porzellan serviert
Dazu ein guter Wein
und zarter Kerzenschein
Ja da lass ich mir Zeit
Etwas Kultur muss sein
Denn du bist was du isst
Und ihr wisst was es ist
Es ist mein Teil – nein
Mein Teil – nein
Denn das ist mein Teil – nein
Yes it's mein Teil – nein
Ein Schrei wird zum Himmel fahren
Schneidet sich durch Engelsscharen
Vom Wolkendach fällt Federfleisch
auf meine Kindheit mit Gekreisch
English
“Looking for a well-built 18 to 30-year-old to be slaughtered”
The Master Butcher
Today I will meet a gentleman
He likes me so much he could eat me up
Soft parts and even hard ones
are on the menu
Because you are what you eat
and you know what it is
It is my part – no
My part – no
There that's my part – no
My part – no
The dull blade good and proper
I'm bleeding heavily and feeling sick
Although I have to fight to stay awake
I keep eating while in convulsions
It's just so well seasoned
and so nicely flambéed
and so lovingly served on porcelain
And with it, a good wine
and gentle candlelight
Yeah I'll take my time
You've got to have some culture
Because you are what you eat
and you know what it is
It is my part – no
My part – no
Because that's my part – no
Yes it's my part – no
A cry will ascend to heaven
It will cut through hosts of angels
Feather-flesh will shriekingly fall
from the top of the clouds onto my childhood
the song is about a real person in Germany that found a guy on the internet to kill and eat. i like the lyrics because of the controversy behind the murder and because Rammstein is my favorite band.
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