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Favorite Lyrics

Discussion in 'Open Discussion (Work-safe)' started by wstripes, Sep 9, 2004.

  1. wstripes

    wstripes Newbie

    What's your favorite lyrics.....Mine would have to be Blind Melons "Change"


    I don't feel the suns comin' out todayits staying in, its gonna find another way.As I sit here in this misery, I don'tthink I'll ever see the sun from here.And oh as I fade away,they'll all look at me and say, and they'll say,Hey look at him! I'll never live that way.But that's okaythey're just afraid to change.When you feel your life ain't worth livingyou've got to stand up andtake a look around you then a look way up to the sky.And when your deepest thoughts are broken,keep on dreaming boy, cause when you stop dreamin' it's time todie.And as we all play parts of tomorrow,some ways will work and other ways we'll play.But I know we all can't stay here forever,so I want to write my words on the face of today.and then they'll paint itAnd oh as I fade away,they'll all look at me and they'll say,Hey look at him and where he is these days.When life is hard, you have to change.</PRE>
  2. kinch

    kinch Wash me Staff Member

    Shannon was a great guy-- my roommate was friends with him. I still remember having to wake him up that night to tell him that he died. . .

    It's hard for me to name my top lyrics as some singers convey the words in a completely different way than the print. A perfect example of this is Bright Eyes. . . Any one of his songs would be up there. . .

    Here is one of his songs, but you have to hear it. For instance, he sings another song within the song, capturing a feeling ("You are my sunshine"). The guy just sounds messed up in this one. . .

    Does he kiss your eyelids in the morning when you start to raise your head? And does he sing to you incessantly from the place between your bed and wall? Does he walk around all day at school with his feet inside your shoes? Looking down every few steps to pretend he walks with you. Does he know that place below your neck that is your favorite to be touched and does he cry through broken sentences like I love you far too much?

    Does he lay awake listening to your breath? Worried that you smoke too many cigarettes. Is he coughing now on a bathroom floor? For every speck of tile there are a thousand more that you won't ever see but most hold inside yourself eternally.

    I drug your ghost across the country and we plotted out my death. In every city, memories would whisper, “Here is where you rest.” I was determined in Chicago but I dug my teeth into my knees and I settled for a telephone and sang into your machine, “You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you are my sunshine, my only sunshine.”

    I kissed a girl with a broken jaw that her father gave to her. She had eyes bright enough to burn me-- they reminded me of yours. In a story told she was a little girl in a red-rouge, sun-bruised field and there were rows of ripe tomatoes where a secret was concealed. And it rose like thunder, clapped under our hands. And it stretched for centuries to a diary entry's end where I wrote, “You make me happy when the skies are gray; You make me happy the skies are gray and gray and gray.”

    Well the clock's heart it hangs inside its open chest with its hands stretched towards the calendar hanging itself but I will not weep for those dying days. For all the ones who have left there are a few that stayed. And they found me here and pulled me from the grass where I was laid.
  3. MililaniBuckeye

    MililaniBuckeye The satanic soulless freight train that is Ohio St Staff Member Tech Admin

    "and the colored girls say, do d'do d'do do d'do do.."

    Lou Reed: Take a Walk on the Wild Side
  4. OilerBuck

    OilerBuck Sweet Crude

    I changed my mind...It's anything by RAGE AGAINST THE MACHINE...

    I especially like this excerpt:

    Yes I know my enemies!
    They're the teachers who taught me to fight me!
    Compromise, conformity, assimilation, submission!
    Ignorance, hypocrisy, brutality, the elite!

    All of which are American dreams!
    Last edited: Sep 9, 2004
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  5. stxbuck

    stxbuck Woody wore Sambas

    Tom Petty-Free Fallin'-best song ever

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    She's a good girl, loves her mama,

    Loves Jesus, and America too.

    She's a good girl, crazy 'bout Elvis,

    Loves horses and her boyfriend too.

    It's a long day livin' in Reseda.

    There's a freeway runnin' through the yard.

    And I'm a bad boy, 'cause I don't even miss her,

    I'm a bad boy for breakin' her heart.

    And I'm free, free fallin'.

    Yeah I'm free, free fallin'.

    All the vampires walkin' through the valley

    Move west down Ventura Blvd.

    And all the bad boys are standin' in the shadows

    And the good girls are home with broken hearts.

    And I'm free, free fallin'.

    Yeah I'm free, free fallin'.

    I wanna' glide down over Mulholland,

    I wanna' write her name in the sky.

    I'm gonna free fall out into nothin',

    Gonna leave this world for a while.

    And I'm free, free fallin'.

    Yeah I'm free, free fallin'.

    Yeah I'm free, free fallin'.

    OH!Free fallin'

    Last edited: Sep 12, 2004
  6. Hubbard

    Hubbard Administrator's Staff Member Bookie

    By O.A.R. just a few lines from I feel Home:

    "Well in the end we can all call our friends.
    That's something that I pray is true.
    And in a thousand years and a thousand tears
    I will find my original crew!

    Cause to me there's no where else I would rather be
    cept right here right at home."
  7. Buckeyeskickbuttocks

    Buckeyeskickbuttocks Z --> Z^2 + c Staff Member

    R.L. Burnside -

    "Got an ass pocket of whiskey, front pocket of gin. You better open the door or Imma kick the mother fucker in"
  8. BuckBackHome

    BuckBackHome Wolverine is largest member of weasel family


    Some balls are held for charity
    And some for fancy dress
    But when they're held for pleasure,
    They're the balls that I like best.
    And my balls are always bouncing,
    To the left and to the right.
    It's my belief that my big balls should be held every night.
  9. The KSB

    The KSB 4-4-11/11-5-11

    We don't give a damn for the whole state of M_ch_g_n
  10. daddyphatsacs

    daddyphatsacs Let the cards fall...

    "thingamajigsaw puzzled
    anger don't you step too close
    because people are lonely and only
    animals with fancy shoes
    hallelujah zig zag nothing
    misery it's on the loose
    because people are lonely and only
    animals with too many tools
    that can build all the junk that we sell
    sometimes it makes you want to yell

    things can go bad
    and make you want to run away
    but as we grow older
    the horizon begins to fade away
    fade, fade, fade"
  11. BuckeyeTillIDie

    BuckeyeTillIDie The North Remembers

    "and in the end, the love you take, is equal to the love you make" - beatles
  12. DEBuckeye

    DEBuckeye It ain't easy, bein' cheesy.

    "Ignorance and prejudice and fear walk hand in hand."
    -Rush, "Witch Hunt"

    "You've claimed all this time that you would die for me. Why then are you so surprised to hear your own eulogy?"
    -Tool, "Eulogy"

    Rush- "The Trees"

    There is unrest in the forest,
    There is trouble with the trees,
    For the maples want more sunlight
    And the oaks ignore their pleas.

    The trouble with the maples,
    (And they're quite convinced they're right)
    They say the oaks are just too lofty
    And they grab up all the light.
    But the oaks can't help their feelings
    If they like the way they're made.
    And they wonder why the maples
    Can't be happy in their shade.

    There is trouble in the forest,
    And the creatures all have fled,
    As the maples scream `Oppression`
    And the oaks, just shake their heads

    So the maples formed a union
    And demanded equal rights.
    "The oaks are just too greedy;
    We will make them give us light."
    Now there's no more oak oppression,
    For they passed a noble law,
    And the trees are all kept equal
    By hatchet, axe, and saw.
    Last edited: Sep 12, 2004
  13. BuckeyeSoldier

    BuckeyeSoldier 2 time Reigning BuckeyePlanet Poker Champion

    God I Love Music!

    With this mic device I spit nonfiction
    Who got tha power This be my question
    Tha mass of tha few In this torn nation?
    Tha priest tha book or tha congregation?
    Tha politricks who rob and hold down your zone?
    Or those who give tha thieves tha key to their homes?
    Tha pig who's free to murder one Shucklak
    Or survivors who make a move and murder one back?

    Theres a mass without roofs
    A prison to fill
    Theres a countrys soul that reads post no bills
    Theres a strike and a line of cops outside of tha mill
    Theres a right to obey
    And a right to kill

    If we don't take action now
    We settle for nothing later
    We'll settle for nothing now
    And we'll settle for nothing later!!

    Someone told me once
    that there's a right and wrong,
    and that punishment
    would come to those
    who dare to cross the line.

    But it must not be true
    for jerk-offs like you.
    Maybe it takes longer to catch a total asshole.
    but I'm tired of waiting.
    Maybe it's just bullshit and I should play GOD,
    and shoot you myself.
    Because I'm tired of waiting.

    Consequences dictate
    our course of action
    and it doesn't matter what's right.
    It's only wrong if you get caught.
    If consequences dictate
    my course of action
    I should play GOD
    and shoot you myself.
    I'm very tired of waiting.

    I should kick you, beat you, fuck you, and then shoot you in your fucking head.

    Choices always were a problem for you.
    What you need is someone strong to guide you.
    Deaf and blind and dumb and born to follow,
    what you need is someone strong to guide you..
    like me,
    like me.

    Fuck L Ron Hubbard and Fuck all his clones. Fuck all those gun-toting Hip gangster wannabes. Learn to swim. Fuck retro anything. Fuck your tattoos. Fuck all you junkies and Fuck your short memory. Learn to swim. Fuck smiley glad-hands With hidden agendas. Fuck these dysfunctional, Insecure actresses. Learn to swim. Cuz I'm praying for rain And I'm praying for tidal waves, I wanna see the ground give way.

    hooker with a penis:
    I met a boy wearing Vans, 501s, and a Dope Beastie t, nipple rings, and New tattoos that claimed that he Was OGT, From '92, The first EP. And in between Sips of Coke He told me that He thought We were sellin' out, Layin' down, Suckin' up To the man. Well now I've got some A-dvice for you, little buddy. Before you point the finger You should know that I'm the man, And if I'm the man, Then you're the man, and He's the man as well so you can Point that fuckin' finger up your ass. All you know about me is what I've sold you, Dumb fuck.

    crawl away:
    You crawled away from me.
    Slipped away from me.
    I tried to keep ahold,
    but there was nothing I could say.
    You slid and crept away
    and there was nothing I could say.
    So what you're trying to say
    is you don't wanna play.
    But what you want and what you need
    doesn't mean fuck to me.

    Because I can see your back is turning.
    If I could I'd stick the knife in.

    This is love.
    This is my love for you.

    and since ive already hijacked this threat way too much ill stop and let someone else post :tongue2:
  14. MolGenBuckeye

    MolGenBuckeye Senior

    Andrew Peterson, "Canaan Bound":

    Long after we are dead and gone
    A thousand years our tale be sung
    How faith compelled and bore us on
    How barren Sarah bore a son
    So come to Canaan, come

    Caedmon's Call, "Shifting Sand":

    Sometimes I believe all the lies
    So I can do the things I should despise
    And everyday I am swayed

    By whatever is on my mind

    I hear it all depends on my faith
    So I'm feeling precarious
    The only problem I have with these mysteries
    Is they're so mysterious

    And like a consumer I've been thinking
    If I could just get a bit more
    More than my fifteen minutes of faith
    Then I'd be secure

    My faith is like shifting sand
    Changed by every wave
    My faith is like shifting sand
    So I stand on grace

    I've begged you for some proof
    For my Thomas eyes to see
    A slithering staff, a leprous hand
    And lions resting lazily

    A glimpse of your back-side glory
    And this soaked altar going ablaze
    But you know I've seen so much
    And I explained it away

    Waters rose as my doubts reigned
    My sand-castle faith it slipped away
    Found myself standing on your grace
    It'd been there all the time
  15. OilerBuck

    OilerBuck Sweet Crude

    Caedmon's Call...It's been awhile. I have "40 Acres" around my place somewhere...I need to find it. That CD was TIGHT!

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