Favorite Song Lyrics

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Lefty's Revenge

Lefty's Revenge

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Whats some of your favorite song lyrics?

"I've got a test for you. You say you wan't my heart. Baby you can have it all. Theres just something that I need from you is to meet my boys..."

- "Initiation" by The Weeknd
 
Anything by Cormorant, pretty much. In these cases I normally just paste the lyrics to Sky Burial:

Fade into stars
As god machines.
With our arms
We will shape the world.
With this breath
We become the world.

In parts I lie, staring at the clouds,
And listening to the vultures sing.
The husk beneath this shroud
Brings alms to fallow wings.
Vines spring from my blood,
Wheat grows of my flesh and bone.
The birds descend from above
To lift my body from the stone.

A fair trade, my clay for a soul,
So a pigeon thrives while I have passed.
The mountain justly claims its toll
To break the raptors’ fast.
Their shrieks soothe as siren calls,
Their talons dancer’s hands:
Why angels don demon shawls,
Is not for us to understand.

I glide in feathers’ embrace,
Their beaks beckoning the frost,
To fly past the fog, to rise into grace
And join the loved ones we had lost.
The falcons roost upon the wind.
I meditate until the morn,
Absorbing times I’ve loved and sinned.
At light I wake, a being reborn.
 
I dont think I have any real favourites, but here's one I like quite a lot.
"Let's Not Shit Ourselves (To Love And To Be Loved)"

Well, the animals laugh from the dark of the wilderness.
A baby cries hard in an apartment complex,
as I pass in a car buried under the influence.
The city's driving me out of my mind.
I've seen a child is caught in the sad trap of gravity.
He falls from the lowest branch of the apple tree
and lands in the grass and weeps for his dignity.
Next time he will not aim so high.
Yeah, next time, neither will I.
Now a mother takes loans out, sends her kids off to colleges.
Her family's reduced to names on a shopping list.
While, a coroner kneels beneath a great, wooden crucifix.
He knows there's worse things than being alone.
And so I've learned to retreat at the first sign of danger.
I mean, why wait around, if it's just to surrender?
An ambition, I've found, can lead only to failure.
I do not read the reviews.
No, I am not singing for you.
Well I stood dropping a coin into the pit of a well.
And I would throw my whole billfold if I thought it would help.
With all these wishes I make,
I should buy something real, at least a telephone call home.
Well, my teachers, they built this retaining wall of memory,
all those multiple choices I answered so quickly.
And got my grades back and forgot just as easily,
but as least I got an A.
And so I don't have them to blame.
Well I should stop pointing fingers;
reserve my judgment of all those public action figures,
the cowboy presidents.
So loud behind the bullhorn, so proud they can't admit
when they've made a mistake.
While poison ink spews from a speechwriter's pen,
he knows he don't have to say it,
so it, it don't bother him.
"Honesty", "Accuracy" is just "Popular Opinion."
And the approval rating's high,
and so someone's gonna die.
Well ABC, NBC, CBS: Bullshit.
They give us fact or fiction? I guess an even split.
And each new act of war is tonight's entertainment.
We're still the pawns in their game.
As they take eye for an eye until no one can see,
we must stumble blindly forward, repeating history.
Well, I guess we all fit into your slogan
on the fast food marquee:
Red blooded, White skinned oh and the Blues.
Oh and the Blues, I got the Blues! That's me! That's me!
Well, I awoke in relief.
My sheets and tubes were all tangled weak from whiskey and pills,
in a Chicago hospital.
And my father was there, in a chair, by the window, staring so far away.
I tried talking, just whispered, "...so sorry...so selfish..."
He stopped me and said, "Child I love you regardless
and there's nothing you could do that would ever change this.
I'm not angry. It happens. But you just can't do it again."
So now I try to keep up, I've been exchanging my currency.
While a million objects pass through my periphery.
Now I'm rubbing my eyes 'cause they're starting to bother me.
I've been staring too long at the screen.
But where was it when I first heard a sweet sound of humility?
It came to my ears in the goddamn loveliest melody.
How grateful I was then to be part of the mystery,
to love and to be loved. Let's just hope that is enough.
 
What determines a "Favorite Song Lyric" of mine really depends on how the vocalist is saying the words/lyrics.

Like in Madonna - Vogue where she says "Beauty is where you fiii-ind it. Not just where you, bump & grind it."
 
^ In other words the DELIVERY is important to you, then.

Also very notable: The Ocean - Hadopelagic II: Let Them Believe

"So let them live with the contradictions
Between what they call passion
And the constraints of our modern living
Which leave no space for the arational.

And most importantly,
Let them have confidence and peace.
Let them be powerless.
But most surprisingly,
They're not afraid of how they'll feel
When they come closer.

All these restrictions are self-inflicted:
Let them be helpless.
Let them embrace symbols of commitment
To compensate for the lack of it."

Love that section.
 
Morrissey - I Am Hated For Loving
I am hated for loving. I am hated for loving.
Anonymous call, a poison pen, a brick in the small of the back again
I still don't belong.

Piccadilly Palare
So why do you smile when you think about Earls Court?
But you cry when you think of all the battles you've fought and lost?
It may all end tomorrow or, it could go on forever.
In which case; I'm doomed.

The Smiths - Handsome Devil
There's more to life than books you know,but not much more.

I Don't Owe You Anything
Too freely on your lips, words prematurely sad.
Oh, but I know what will make you smile tonight.
Life is never kind. Life is never kind.
Oh, but I know what will make you smile tonight.

I Want The One I Can't Have
And if you ever need self-validation, just meet me in the alley by the railway-station.
It's written all over my face.

Veil of Maya - We Bow In It's Aura
Cauterization envelops your soul as all joy drains from your body
Knees collapsing, you bow in its aura.

Erra - Seven
Children of Anu.
A son born of Tiamat and Abzu.
His mother’s dissected corpse carefully arranged to create the universe.
Marduk, patron God of Babylon.
Marduk is aging.
A city in decline.
Anu Impregnates the Earth.
Birth seven Gods.
Decree their destinies to serve as the weapons of Erra.
The ruins of a city.
The vicious Sebitti.
Fear.
Children of Anu.
Lay low living things.
Fill their hearts with dragon’s venom.
Devastation to Marduk and Babylon.
Ishum lights the way through the darkened city streets.
His body illuminates. Ignite like Gerra.
In the wake of Erra, they decimate.
Devastate a city in decline.
May they lay low living things.
The Igigi will glorify your name.
Mountain peaks bow their heads in terror.
The gods, your Fathers, praise your valor.
Kings kneel beneath your feet.
Countries bring you their tribute.
Demons flee.
Rolling seas hear and stir up.
People are frightened into controlling the noise.
Ishum lights the way through the darkened city streets.
His body illuminates.
Ignite like Gerra.
In the wake of Erra, they decimate.
Devastate a city in decline.
Devastate the city of the gods.
Children of Anu.
Lay low living the things.
The Igigi will glorify your Name.
The Gods, your Fathers, will praise your valor.
 
--Murderer's Muse, GWAR

Why the hell are they trying to kill us?
Why did they nuke my crib?
Don't want to cry like a bay
But somebody hand me a bib
This fucking sucks, where is Sleazy?
Abandoned us so long ago
Where are my oceans of Bohabs?
To prop up my flaccid ego

Trapped in the underearth
I seek my Muderer's Muse
Trapped in the underearth
I am so fucking confused

It's not that I just got my ass kicked
Though it did hurt I admit
It's more like I am a huge asshole
Constantly talking belligerent shit
I hate them, they hate me, I hate you, weeee!
Everyone's sucking their cocks
It's times like this that I wish I was dead
Somebody saw off my fucking head!

Trapped in the underearth
I seek my Muderer's Muse
Trapped in the underearth
I am so fucking confused

Musings of a murderer
Comfort to the damned
Here in Hell
Nothing goes as planned

Murderer! [x4]

Heaven and Hell, your life and your death
Everything's the same
You have no power over fate, nothing is to blame
Woe to the children and woe to the chalice
My maggot-mind musing pulsating with malice
Defeat the hosts of Hell or become their slaves!
A Slave!

Across the dead sky gleaming
He was nailed to the flaming Krosstika
All your bad and all your good
They'd kill each other if they could
Murderer! [x2]

Trapped in the underearth
I seek my Muderer's Muse
Trapped in the underearth
I am so fucking confused

Hitler arises, his crimes are so vast
He must merge with your Jesus
Right in the ass!
A new being

Behold...Jitler!
 
Da Pickle Monsta said:
--Murderer's Muse, GWAR
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Oh yeah! I like the cut of your jib. GWAR is fantastic.

Beauteous Rot
Face turns to snot. You used to be hot. Beauty is rot.
You spend hours smearing cream on your face. What you need is to be hit with a mace.
Tied to a horse and get dragged through the streets. Hung by the heels and pelted with belts.
But still you are smearing cream on your face.What you need is to be reduced to paste.
Wander the countryside blind in one eye, sucking the dicks of dead dogs to survive.
 
KingGeedorah said:
Oh yeah! I like the cut of your jib. GWAR is fantastic.

Beauteous Rot
Face turns to snot. You used to be hot. Beauty is rot.
You spend hours smearing cream on your face. What you need is to be hit with a mace.
Tied to a horse and get dragged through the streets. Hung by the heels and pelted with belts.
But still you are smearing cream on your face.What you need is to be reduced to paste.
Wander the countryside blind in one eye, sucking the dicks of dead dogs to survive.
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I saw GWAR live once. It changed my life and transformed me from a boy into a man. Being pelted with putrid snot out of a penis cannon will do that to you.

Speaking of GWAR, I think "I Hate Love Songs" should be the anthem of the loveshies.

I hate love songs and I hate lovers
I hate everything that I can't have so I hate you
I hate love songs and I hate lovers
I hate everything that I can't have so I hate you
I hate movies with happy endings
Like that one I saw where all the girls were beautiful like you
Like you
I hate wet dreams and masturbation
I hate everything that feels good like sex with you
I hate flowers and little birdies
Makes me wanna puke when I see something cuddily like you
I'm bored with your insanity
I'm too tired to smile at your stupidity
You've got the very best of me
fell in love push came to shove but you broke so easily
I love hate songs 'bout mass destruction
other people's pain takes my mind off you
I love puppies when they're roadkill
They're too cute too live, too cute to live
like you
I'm bored with immortality
I'm too tired to stick it out for eternity
You've got the very best of me
fell in love push came to shove and you broke so easily
I hate love songs
I hate love so I hate you
 
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The last train is nearly due,
The underground is closing soon,
And in the dark deserted station,
Restless in anticipation,
A man waits in the shadows.

His restless eyes leap and scratch,
At all that they can touch or catch,
And hidden deep within his pocket,
Safe within its silent socket,
He holds a colored crayon.

Now from the tunnel's stony womb,
The carriage rides to meet the groom,
And opens wide and welcome doors,
But he hesitates, then withdraws
Deeper in the shadows.

And the train is gone suddenly
On wheels clicking silently
Like a gently tapping litany,
And he holds his crayon rosary
Tighter in his hand.

Now from his pocket quick he flashes,
The crayon on the wall he slashes,
Deep upon the advertising,
A single worded poem comprised
Of four letters.

And his heart is laughing, screaming, pounding
The poem across the tracks rebounding
Shadowed by the exit light
His legs take their ascending flight
To seek the breast of darkness and be suckled by the night.

A Poem on the Underground Wall, Paul Simon
 
Children broadripple is burning
And the girls are getting sick
Off huffin' glue up in the bathroom
While their boyfriends pick up chicks

And darling, I'm lost, I heard you whispering
That night in Fountain Square
The trash-filled streets made me wish
We were headed home

And there was love inside the basement
Where that woman used to lie
In a sleeping bag we shared
Upon the floor most every night

And darling, I'm drunk
And everything that I have loved
Has turned to stone
So pack your bags and come back home

And I'm wasted, you can taste it
Don't look at me that way
'Cause I'll be hanging from a rope
I will haunt you like a ghost

And if my woman was a fire
She'd burn out before I wake
And be replaced by pints of whiskey
Cigarettes and outer space

Then somebody moves
And everything you thought you had
Has gone to shit
But we've got a lot, don't ever forget that

And I wrote this on an airplane
Where the people looked like ants
And when a woman that you loved is gone
She was bombing east Japan

And don't fucking move
'Cause everything you thought you have
Will go to shit
We've got a lot, don't you dare forget that

And I'm wasted, you can taste it
Don't look at me that way
'Cause I'll be hanging from a rope
I will haunt you like a ghost

And I'm wasted, you can taste it
Don't look at me that way
'Cause I'll be hanging from a rope
I will haunt you like a ghost
 
"Better Off Dead"

I'm sorry about the sun
How could I know that you would burn?
And I'm sorry about the moon
How could I know that you'd disapprove?

And I'll never make the same mistake
the next time I create the universe
I'll make sure we communicate at length
Oh yeah

But until then, better off dead
A smile on the lips and a hole in the head
Better off dead, yeah better than this
Take it away, 'cause there's nothing to miss

I'm sorry about the world
How could I know you'd take it so bad?

And I'll never make the same mistake
So if you're looking for a patsy
Why not try the entire human race
Just to play it safe?

But until then, better off dead
A smile on the lips and a hole in the head
Better off dead, yeah better than this
Take it away, 'cause there's nothing to miss

Better off dead, you're better off dead
Why don't you try pushing daisies instead?
Better off dead... you're better off dead
A smile on the lips and a hole in the head

and I'll never make the same mistake,
the next time I create the universe
I'll make sure you participate
Oh yeah

And I'll never make the same mistake
the next time I create the universe
I'll make sure you participate
Just in case
 
California Dreamin
  1. Lyrics
    All the leaves are brown and the sky is grey
    I've been for a walk on a winters` day
    I'd be safe and warm if I was in L.A.
    California dreamin` on such a winters` day
    Stepped into a church I passed along the way
    Well, I got down on my knees and I pretend to pray
    You know the preacher likes the cold he knows I'm gonna stay
    California dreaming on such a winters` day
    All the leaves a brown and the sky is grey
    I've been for a walk on a winters` day
    If I didn't tell her I could leave today
    California dreamin` on such a winters day
    On such a winters day, on such a winters day

Pick Yourself Up

Now nothing's impossible, I've found for when my chin is on the ground,
I pick myself up, dust myself off, and start all over again.
Don't lose your confidence if you slip, be grateful for a pleasant trip,
And pick yourself up, dust off, start over again.
Work like a soul inspired until the battle of the day is won.
You may be sick and tired, but you be a man, my son.
Will you remember the famous men who have to fall to rise again,
So take a deep breath, pick yourself up, start all over again.
[musical interlude]
You gotta work like a soul inspired until the battle of the day is won.
You may be sick and tired, but you be a man, my son.
Will you remember the famous men who have to fall and then to rise again,
So take a deep breath, pick yourself up, dust yourself off, and start all over again.
[musical interlude]
Once again now:
Will you remember the famous men who have to fall and then rise again,
So take a deep breath, pick yourself up, dust yourself off, and start all over again.
[coda]
That's enough now.


Get Happy

Forget your troubles and just get happy
You better chase all your cares away
Sing Hallelujah, come on, get happy
Get ready for the Judgment Day
The sun is shining, come on, get happy
The Lord is waiting to take your hand
Shout Hallelujah, come on, get happy
We're going to the promised land
We're heading 'cross the river
Wash your sins 'way in the tide
It's all so peaceful on the other side
Forget your troubles and just get happy
You better chase all your cares away
Shout Hallelujah, come on, get happy
Get ready for the Judgment Day
Forget your troubles and just get happy
You better chase all your cares away
Sing Hallelujah, come on, get happy
Get ready for the Judgment Day
That sun is shining, come on, get happy
The Lord is waiting to take you by the hand
Shout Hallelujah, come on, get happy
We're going to the promised land
We're heading 'cross the river
Wash your sins 'way in the tide
And it's all so nice and peaceful
When you get on the other side
Forget your troubles and just get happy
You better chase all your cares away
Shout Hallelujah, come on, get happy
Get ready for the Judgment Day
Forget your troubles, come on, get happy
Forget your troubles, come on, be happy
Forget your troubles, come on, stay happy
Happy, stay happy

I have a lot more, but just chose these 3.
 
I always liked Rush lyrics, well read is Neil Peart.

One fav is:

"Glittering prizes, endless compromises, shatter the illusion of integrity, YEAH!"

Hendrix, Doors and many other psychedelic/acid rock bands have tripped out lyrics.

"In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida baby, don't you know that I love you."
 
I have no idea why, but I like The Kyoto Song's lyrics
huh.
 
"God can you whisper in her ear? I wasn't sure if we could be friends."

Listen to the song Burial took this line from and you'll be amazed at what he did to the sample, and at the context he put it in. He took a happy, romantic lyric and warped it into a depressed, nostalgic and maybe even desperate bit of music that evokes strong feelings in just about everyone I've talked to about it.
 
Rush, Queen and Nine Inch Nails have the best lyrics I've heard. Check out "Double Agent," "Innuendo," and "Zero-Sum," respectively.

Vertical Horizon also have lyrics I like. "I'm Still Here," "Echo," and "Frost" hit me in the feels.
 
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