What lyrics are you listening to now? (pt2)

[rollinder]

The screen door slams
Mary's dress waves
Like a vision she dances across the porch
As the radio plays
Roy Orbison singing for the lonely
Hey that's me and I want you only
Don't turn me home again
I just can't face myself alone again
Don't run back inside
darling you know just what I'm here for
So you're scared and you're thinking
That maybe we ain't that young anymore
Show a little faith, there's magic in the night
You ain't a beauty, but hey you're alright
Oh and that's alright with me

You can hide 'neath your covers
And study your pain
Make crosses from your lovers
Throw roses in the rain
Waste your summer praying in vain
For a savior to rise from these streets
Well now I'm no hero
That's understood
All the redemption I can offer, girl
Is beneath this dirty hood
With a chance to make it good somehow
Hey what else can we do now
Except roll down the window
And let the wind blow back your hair
Well the night's busting open
These two lanes will take us anywhere
We got one last chance to make it real
To trade in these wings on some wheels
Climb in back
Heaven's waiting on down the tracks
Oh oh come take my hand
Riding out tonight to case the promised land
Oh oh Thunder Road, oh Thunder Road
oh Thunder Road
Lying out there like a killer in the sun
Hey I know it's late we can make it if we run
Oh Thunder Road, sit tight take hold
Thunder Road

Well I got this guitar
And I learned how to make it talk
And my car's out back
If you're ready to take that long walk
>From your front porch to my front seat
The door's open but the ride it ain't free
And I know you're lonely
For words that I ain't spoken
But tonight we'll be free
All the promises'll be broken
There were ghosts in the eyes
Of all the boys you sent away
They haunt this dusty beach road
In the skeleton frames of burned out Chevrolets

They scream your name at night in the street
Your graduation gown lies in rags at their feet
And in the lonely cool before dawn
You hear their engines roaring on
But when you get to the porch they're gone
On the wind, so Mary climb in
It's a town full of losers
And I'm pulling out of here to win.

 

[Strumpet]

Chewin' out a rhythm on my bubble gum
The sun is out and I want some
It's not hard, not far to reach
We can hitch a ride
To Rockaway Beach
Up on the roof, out on the street
Down in the playground, the hot concrete
Bus ride is too slow
They blast out the disco on the radio

Rock, rock, Rockaway Beach
Rock, rock, Rockaway Beach
Rock, rock, Rockaway Beach
We can hitch a ride
To Rockaway Beach

Rock, rock, Rockaway Beach
Rock, rock, Rockaway Beach
Rock, rock, Rockaway Beach
We can hitch a ride
To Rockaway Beach

It's not hard, not far to reach
We can hitch a ride
To Rockaway beach
It's not hard, not far to reach
We can hitch a ride
To Rockaway beach


Great to wake up to!

 

[heinous seamus]

Last year I got knives for Christmas
stayed at home and no one missed us
lying on the bathroom floor
I don't wanna ho-ho-ho no more, no more.

No one knows that I'm not well
As I stare in awe at this burst Noel.
Lights burn in from the street and
I know I'll spend the season greeting

when good King Wenceslas last looked out
everything was fucked and I was just about
to carve the turkey and watch Eastenders
cos they're my friends and my friends are strangers now.

Now that's a Christmas song.

 

[The Groke]

The past is a grotesque animal
And in its eyes you see
How completely wrong you can be
How completely wrong you can be

The sun is out, it melts the snow that fell yesterday
Makes you wonder why it bothered

I fell in love with the first cute girl that I met
Who could appreciate Georges Bataille
Standing at Swedish festival discussing "Story of the Eye"
Discussing "Story of the Eye"

It's so embarrassing to need someone like I do you
How can I explain, I need you here and not here too
How can I explain, I need you here and not here too

I'm flunking out, I'm flunking out, I'm gone, I'm just gone
But at least I author my own disaster
At least I author my own disaster

Performance breakdown and I don't want to hear it
I'm just not available
Things could be different but they're not
Things could be different but they're not

The mousy girl screams, "Violence! Violence!"
The mousy girl screams, "Violence! Violence!"
She gets hysterical because they're both so mean
And it's my favorite scene
But the cruelty's so predictable
It makes you sad on the stage
Though our love project has so much potential
But it's like we weren't made for this world
(Though I wouldn't really want to meet someone who was)

Do I have to scream in your face?
I've been dodging lamps and vegetables
Throw it all in my face, I don't care

Let's just have some fun
Let's tear this shit apart
Let's tear the fucking house apart
Let's tear our fucking bodies apart
But let's just have some fun

Somehow you've red-rovered the gestapo circling my heart
And nothing can defeat you
No death, no ugly world

You've lived so brightly
You've altered everything
I find myself searching for old selves
While speeding forward through the plate glass of maturing cells

I've played the unraveler, the parhelion
But even apocalypse is fleeting
There's no death, no ugly world

Sometimes I wonder if you're mythologizing me like I do you
Mythologizing me like I do you

We want our film to be beautiful, not realistic
Perceive me in the radiance of terror dreams
And you can betray me
You can, you can betray me

But teach me something wonderful
Crown my head, crowd my head
With your lilting effects
Project your fears on to me, I need to view them
See, there's nothing to them
I promise you, there's nothing to them

I'm so touched by your goodness
You make me feel so criminal
How do you keep it together?
I'm all, all unraveled

But you know, no matter where we are
We're always touching by underground wires

I've explored you with the detachment of an analyst
But most nights we've raided the same kingdoms
And none of our secrets are physical
None of our secrets are physical
None of our secrets are physical now​

 

[The Groke]

Now that's a Christmas song.

'Tis a great album.

I know I'll spend the season greeting

One of the best play-on-words in a song ever too.

 

[Disjecta Membra]

Artist: Josh Martinez
Album: Made in China
Song: La Rambla


I just wanna rock it for the best

See, in the aftermath of the lantern light
There was the lighted laughter
After he had ignited
The night life came to a stand-still
Till dawn
Still-life captured in my quills
Still quivering hands
Holding my pen
And holding man
Did become one with the unfolding Zen
And then and there I'm cold
And don't know how to sell my shares
In marionettes made from gold

Who wants to be a puppet?
Raise your hand
Drop your head
And grab a bucket
Cash the liquid tears and cop a couple of droplets
Fuck it
Where's the water when I want a drink?
Where's the slaughter when I'm on the brink?

I want to think about leaving heaven for the very first time
Never felt the same way when decay disbursed this line
And time is no longer an object of my desires
I want to live in between the lines
I want to give in and live in a shrine
Promote the art of peace and feel increasingly genuine
Our loving can taste the ocean
It makes an awful good tapestry
The soothing motion for my mind's apathy
Happily changing time zones and subject matter
The latter meaning a decrease in chatter
And more patterns
And more live drums
And more new friends
More dependant on myself for more mental growth
But it depends
On more genital gropes
How good I'm feeling
More importantly is how I'm dealing
With the people I'm meeting
Hearts I'm stealing
Kiss kiss my sweet biscuit
I'm basking in the insecurity of your slit wrist
Lying listless
Not even on the guest list
Not a member of the most pious
Post fliers
Kids my age still on stage
Will never mean it all
Full of rage

Crafted in a cage called high school
Foolishly accepted my foolish roll
Roving along the hallways
Strolling past the Key-master
Whose locks I'm holding
Halfway to Hell in a basement
Taking shop
Pacing myself or else
Have to stop
Slow down
It's the middle of the night
And might we get a little light
Put your hands up for insight
Ahhhh
Throw your hands up for insight
Uhhhh
Throw your hands up for insight
Lights out
Handcuffed and stuffed in a closet
Fight and shout
And drag them all the way home screaming
"Insight
Insight
I got to try to get it
Insight
In flight
Overwhelm me
I won't let it."

Please everyone
Seek to be smart at least once a week
If you can spare the time
It bears doing to your brewing mind
Beaten black and blue and blind
Boast of that in most situations
You and I close hugging
Telling secrets
Want to keep it
Mind over matter
And those who don't believe in peace
Will have their
Knees shattered

Ask me
"To where the trees scattered?"
It's not like it really mattered
Cause feet splattered
Muddy chunks on the walls of concrete jungle
With asphalt floors
And doors that stay locked
And humble men living in fear
Guns cocked
Tears running
Crops grow of sadness
Seeded in the springtime
Sowing a harvest full of madness

Uh huh Uh huh
When I yell "Insight"
You say "Psychosis"
Insight!
Psychosis!
Insight!
Psychosis!
When I yell "Kiss me"
And you start to kiss me
I'll feel it then I'll flow it
It's raining
It's pissing
A glistening liquid
That's my brain and
If you're straining to wipe your face
And
Craning your neck to check your game
And
It's not the same no more
That's for sure

I'm shocked at the skills exhibited
As a derivative
Of uninhibited
Uninhabited
Avid
Given at Scribble Jam
I saw art walk
It's living culture
Locked mind
A one-way door
And you're trapped inside my vision
Art could and should be without
Inhibition
To those who inspired my enlightened condition
I was thinking of you just now
I hope you listened

 

[Disjecta Membra]

noah23
zeta reticuli

i'm like neptune from out of the rec room with a harpoon, pump up the volume on the phlogiston pistons,
next june jump start the humble cartoon with mindboggling intuition,
wishin you could impede or didnt sleep on the wisdom of the filthy milapediatrician,
superceding and breeding immediatism,
swimming in the non euclidian equilibrium biblioteque continuum with the seraphim crypto speridian,
you get blazed like the meridian,
the premium paramecium never ceases releasing amnesia magnesium,
the premium paramecium never ceases releasing amnesia magnesium,
there was a post bohemian waiting on the porch patiently,
who wanted to find a happy medium between the beings of the lost agency,
but i blew out the promethean torch of freemasonry and said i'm no comedian,
occasionally my stationary will leave you fatally wounded,
as in satori anthrax asphyxiate nasdaq to funeral music, batteries not included,
tapesplice revelationship, protruded through the mic device tap into the brainforest matrix grid,
i'm the quantum technoshaman concoctin awesome doctrines for your microcosm,
shapeshifting into a large nocturnal possum,
with the power to knock the phenomenal collumns of gotham,
down to the bottom of autumn's forgotten garden,
what, i beg your pardon, how could you possibly have a problem with me watchin,
the soft blossoming pollen constantly fall onto your coffin,
its like flotsam and jetsam on johnny carson with charles bronson,
you need to weigh your options and proceed with caution,
abracadabra your cabala sketch pad parabola latitude,
you cant battle the natural fractal, its like mad cattle on the avenue,
radical rythmathematical tactical fiasco,
terra dactyl in the tabernacle shadow castle,
zodiactual facts, axis maximum excellerate the strange attractor,
this ancient data is aimed to rearrange and change matter,
the bankrapture think tank intergalactic vernacular from the bearded bastard,
i dont fear capture but i hear the hereafter has some weird laughter, hahaha,
thin ice sinking media prank the inks presidents choice
decadent wreckin the manufacturing of consent with my voice
brief stint evil as clinton chillin in the splintered space
got the winter thanking uncle andy warhol for the chocolate mint interface
balderdash to the finish ambiguous slipstream continuous
incline rediculous like fifteen deciduous irreconciliable differences
infinite minutes killin shit like i was in it to rinse spinach
liberty cappileries my rap imagery is packed with reinactivity
mandelbrot heart breakdance distill pop artilleries
peelin emcees ceilings with inexplicable velocity in the soliloquys yo

The Oracle of Delphi Sign Theta Dairy Queen
Axiom Stimuli Las Vegas Beta Carotine Delta Epsilon Zeta Reticuli Zeta Reticuli Zeta Reticuli

the dolomite roll up a pacific rimshot to win a moist loincloth
a story was lost in the moment of the last cointoss a quater for disorder
wild orchid seahorse metamorphosis biocomputer lion of judah
novus ordo seclorum we run for the border fork in the road
the peaceful warrior around the corner peninsula pinata bermuda fire water
buddha emphatic unruler cellular automata cicada duchess barzula
lunar rock of gibralter the knights of malta madula oblongata back to the future
kama sutra throw in the towel cuz now you're in the bardo pond dead pan super nova
el vowelderado allah toronto ensemble word is bond jehovahs witness
noahs newest nuance causing a nuisance nano assemble deep rooted memory embers december 22 shit
showing and proving cuz i need to change your mind about your favorite kind of rhymes
you throw your two cents over the beat cuz i have a pair of dimes shift
modus operandi romper room impromptu
rain like milleniumbrellas hella pentium chips
delta 72 standby monsoon eloquent existential acapellas
the twenty third elder interstellar rhizome to your geodesic dome cinderella
smokin izm with a cloking device spin skizm catacomb
roam seismic gap out caloqiualism
provoke accolades to see to it all systems fail to detonate oblivion
for as long as it takes over a broken rhythym
galvinize cavalcade coagulate calculated plunder phonics
bionic text extrapolate sprout like an alphanumiracle workaholic
you think rike jelly starfish soon now fuzzy logik absorb and coalesce
at best you're a smorgas board of bourgeois cyborgs but dont hold your breath
precisely uncoordinated nomadic track blast at tax revinue
scratch wax ecstatic drive you mad like max headroom on qualudes
with the swamp ornaments from out of the quagmyre
word is bond the prelude was born to backfire yo

The Oracle of Delphi Sign Theta Dairy Queen
Axiom Stimuli Las Vegas Beta Carotine Delta Epsilon Zeta Reticuli Zeta Reticuli Zeta Reticuli

 

[Strumpet]

MMMmmmm no lyrics.....just isobel campbell instrumental
*sigh*

 

[Funky_monks]

Well her hair hangs long
Lingers like a Summer's day
Oh how lucky I am
And if we hit cloud nine
Who am I to undermine
Oh how happy I am

Seasons come and they may go
Promise me our love isn't so

Well her lips taste sweet
Sweeter than a lullaby
Oh how happy I am
I can't believe her eyes
Eyes when they look in mine
Oh how happy I am
You're in the years my friend
Sit back and enjoy the sun
Oh how lucky I am

I think I'll take it slow
Sit back and watch
Our love grow
Oh how happy I am

Seasons come and they may go
Promise me our love isn't so

Seasons come and they may go
Promise me our love isn't so

 

[Johnny Canuck3]

I'm not scared of dying,
And I don't really care.
If it's peace you find in dying,
Well then let the time be near.
If it's peace you find in dying,
And if dying time is here,
Just bundle up my coffin
'Cause it's cold way down there.
I hear that its cold way down their.
Yeah, crazy cold way down their.

[Chorus:]
And when I die, and when I'm gone,
There'll be one child born
In this world to carry on,
to carry on.

Now troubles are many, they're as deep as a well.
I can swear there ain't no heaven but I pray there ain't no hell.
Swear there ain't no heaven and I pray there ain't no hell,
But I'll never know by living, only my dying will tell.
Yes only my dying will tell.
Yeah, only my dying will tell.

[Chorus]

Give me my freedom for as long as I be.
All I ask of living is to have no chains on me.
All I ask of living is to have no chains on me,
And all I ask of dying is to go naturally.
Oh I want to go naturally.

Here I go,
Hey Hey!
Here comes the devil,
Right Behind.
Look out children,
Here he comes!
Here he comes! Hey...

Don't want to go by the devil.
Don't want to go by demon.
Don't want to go by Satan,
Don't want to die uneasy.
Just let me go naturally.

and when I die,
When I'm dead, dead and gone,
There'll be one child born in our world to carry on,
To carry on.

 

[El Jefe]

You look different every time you come
From the foam-crested brine
Your skin shining softly in the moonlight
Partly fish, partly porpoise, partly baby sperm whale
Am I yours? Are you mine to play with?
Joking apart - when you're drunk you're terrific when you're drunk
I like you mostly late at night you're quite alright
But I can't understand the different you in the morning
When it's time to play at being human for a while please smile!
You'll be different in the spring, I know
You're a seasonal beast like the starfish that drift in with the tide
So until your your blood runs to meet the next full moon
You're madness fits in nicely with my own
Your lunacy fits neatly with my own, my very own
We're not alone

 

[El Jefe]

would you care to stay till sunrise
it's completely your decision
it's just that going home is such a ride
going home is such a ride
going home is such a ride
going home is such a low and lonely ride

would you hang your denim jacket
near the poster by picasso
do you sleep on the left side or the right
would you mind if i leave on the light
would you mind if it isn't too bright
now i need the window open
so if you happen to get chilly
there's this coverlet my cousin hand crocheted
do you mind if the edges are frayed
would you like to unfasten my braid

shall i make you in the morning
as cup of instant coffee
i will sweeten it with honey and with cream
when you sleep
do you have dreams?
you can read the early paper
and i can watch you while you shave
oh god the mirror's cracked
when you leave
will you come back?
you don't have to answer that at all
the bathroom door is just across the hall
you'll find an extra towel on the rack
on the paisley patterned papered wall
there's a comb on the shelf
i papered that wall myself
that wall
myself

would you care to stay till sunrise
it's completely your decision
it's just the night cuts through me like a knife
would you care to stay awhile and save my life?
would you care to stay awhile and save my life?
i don't know what made me say that
i've got this funny sense of humor
you know i could not be downhearted it i tried
it's just that going home is such a ride
going home is such a ride
going home is such a ride
isn't going home is such a low and lonely ride?

 

[Johnny Canuck3]

You look different every time you come
From the foam-crested brine
Your skin shining softly in the moonlight
Partly fish, partly porpoise, partly baby sperm whale
Am I yours? Are you mine to play with?
Joking apart - when you're drunk you're terrific when you're drunk
I like you mostly late at night you're quite alright
But I can't understand the different you in the morning
When it's time to play at being human for a while please smile!
You'll be different in the spring, I know
You're a seasonal beast like the starfish that drift in with the tide
So until your your blood runs to meet the next full moon
You're madness fits in nicely with my own
Your lunacy fits neatly with my own, my very own
We're not alone

I googled this and listened to it.

Whew.

 

[El Jefe]

It's a very beautiful song - I guess you found the Robert Wyatt version?

 

[Johnny Canuck3]

 

[Johnny Canuck3]

It's a very beautiful song - I guess you found the Robert Wyatt version?

Yes.

 

[Johnny Canuck3]

Come down off your throne and leave your body alone - somebody must change
You are the reason Ive been waiting so long - somebody holds the key
Well, Im near the end and I just aint got the time
And Im wasted and I cant find my way home

Come down on your own and leave your body alone - somebody must change
You are the reason Ive been waiting all these years - somebody holds the key
Well, Im near the end and I just aint got the time
And Im wasted and I cant find my way home

 

[Roadkill]

In the middle of the journey, in the middle of the day
I came to the city and I stopped to ask the way
What does it matter? said the people with a sneer
You can't get there from here
You may be a gallant runner, you may hobble with the lame
There are forty crooked hedgerows and they all look just the same
Travelling gets weary, you get funny in the head
Stop right here instead
Well, says I, I was only passing through
I'd like to stop and rest a little while, it's true
Then I asked 'em for a job to do
They gave me life insurance and a straw to chew

Welcome to the flatlands
All the maps agree
Far as the eye can see
It's level, dead level
Flatlands: life meanders by
Chew the straw and watch the grass grow high

And it's stand we stand together, fall you fall alone
Authority's a leash of love to bring you safely home
Fools look out for trouble where foreign breezes blow
Tell your children so
They've got to keep things ticking, they must never go on strike
They'll be standing there till Doomsday with their finger in the dyke
There's faith and hope and patience and patience is the best
Turn your face from the rest
Well, says, I'm much obliged to you
Everywhere I go I'm learning something new
If I understand your point of view
You don't believe we're dying our whole life through

Welcome to the flatlands
All the maps agree
Far as the eye can see
It's level, dead level
Flatlands: life meanders by
Chew the straw and watch the grass grow high

And if they waste nothing they can keep their little pile
And if they say nothing they will not be on file
And if they see nothing no one will see them
No one will take down their name
And if they do not panic the pain will vanish soon
And if they never sing they'll never be out of tune
And if they are faithful they will get their reward
If they are meek they will be spared
Well, says I, I was only passing through
I'd better get a move on 'cause the days are few
Poppies are red, cornflowers blue
The scythe is sharp, the mowing's due

Welcome to the flatlands
All the maps agree
Far as the eye can see
It's level, dead level
Flatlands: life meanders by
Chew the straw and watch the grass grow high

Wonder where the flying years go
Chew the straw and watch the grass grow high

(Telfer)

 

[dynamicbaddog]

You spend your time in smokey rooms
where haggled old women with cheap perfume say
"it never happens for people like us you know"
well nothing ever happened on it`s own
and well the toilets smell of desperation
the streets all echo of aggregation
and you wonder
why you cant get no sleep
when you`ve got nothing to do,
and you`ve had nothing to eat
your life`s slipping
and sliding right out of view
and there`s absolutely nothing
that you can do, well

We`ll live and die,
We`ll live and die in these towns
Don`t let it drag you down
Don`t let it drag you down now

We`ll live and die,
We`ll live and die in these towns
Don`t let it drag you down
Don`t let it drag you down now

Dirty dishes from a tv meal
that went cold from the wind
throuh a smashed up window
You cant go out if anybody calls ya
cos you cant have a bath
when there`s no hot water
and your friends are out
on the town again
and you ask yourself if it will ever end
and it`s all too much for your head to take
just a matter of time before you break, well

We`ll live and die,
We`ll live and die in these towns
Don`t let it drag you down
Don`t let it drag you down now

We`ll live and die,
We`ll live and die in these towns
Don`t let it drag you down
Don`t let it drag you down now

Now...
Now...

We`ll live and die,
We`ll live and die in these towns
Don`t let it drag you down
Don`t let it drag you down now

We`ll live and die,
We`ll live and die in these towns
Don`t let it drag you down
Don`t let it drag you down now

 

[Julie]

Songbird - Fleetwood Mac

For you, therell be no more crying,
For you, the sun will be shining,
And I feel that when Im with you,
Its alright, I know its right

To you, Ill give the world
To you, Ill never be cold
cause I feel that when Im with you,
Its alright, I know its right.

And the songbirds are singing,
Like they know the score,
And I love you, I love you, I love you,
Like never before.

And I wish you all the love in the world,
But most of all, I wish it from myself.

And the songbirds keep singing,
Like they know the score,
And I love you, I love you, I love you,
Like never before, like never before.

 

[Johnny Canuck3]

Well if I had money
Tell you what Id do
Id go downtown and buy a mercury or two
Crazy bout a mercury
Lord Im crazy bout a mercury
Im gonna buy me a mercury
And cruise it up and down the road

Well the girl I love
I stole her from a friend
He got lucky, stole her back again
She heard he had a mercury
Lord shes crazy bout a mercury
Im gonna buy me a mercury
And cruise it up and down the road

Well hey now mama
You look so fine
Ridin round in your mercury 49
Crazy bout a mercury
Lord Im crazy bout a mercury
Im gonna buy me a mercury
And cruise it up and down the road

Well my baby went out
She didnt stay long
Bought herself a mercury, come a cruisin home
Shes crazy bout a mercury
Yeah shes crazy bout a mercury
And cruise it up and down the road

Well if I had money
I tell you what Id do
Id go downtown and buy me a mercury or two
Crazy bout a mercury
Im gonna buy me a mercury
And cruise it up and down the road

 

[rollinder]

From Willesden to Cricklewood
I tell you the town looked good
Walking lonely avenues
Where rhinestone cowboys find the blues
There's people in doing their thing
Gettin' all the mozzarella in
And the passing time and phassing moons
Words flying in cloudy rooms
Plastic bags, milk and eggs
The poor old crone's got aching legs
How I would love to speak
To everybody on the street
Just for once to break the rules
I know it would be so cool

From Willesden to Cricklewood
From Willesden to Cricklewood

From Willesden to Cricklewood
Come with me and be no good
Be a mad man on the street
Sing something out like reet petite
Let's hip-hop at traffic lights
Ten thumbs up and smilin' bright
Crossing all the great divides
Color, age and heavy vibes

From Willesden to Cricklewood
I tell you the town looked good
From Willesden to Cricklewood
From Willesden to Cricklewood

Oh, let's go down to Al Rashid's
All the Aussie lagers are on me
Now you've got the Absinthe out
Your old mother, she wants a stout

From Willesden to Cricklewood
As I went it all looked good
Thought about my babies grown
Thought about going home
Thought about what's done is done
We're alive and that's the one
From Willesden to Cricklewood
From Willesden to Cricklewood

Oh, let's go down to Al Rashid's
All the Aussie lagers are on me
Now you've got the Absinthe out
Your old mother, she wants a stout

From Willesden to Cricklewood
I tell you the town looked good
From Willesden to Cricklewood
From Willesden to Cricklewood

 

[Johnny Canuck3]

Before you slip into unconsciousness
I'd like to have another kiss
Another flashing chance at bliss
Another kiss, another kiss

The days are bright and filled with pain
Enclose me in your gentle rain
The time you ran was too insane
We'll meet again, we'll meet again


Oh tell me where your freedom lies
The streets are fields that never die
Deliver me from reasons why
You'd rather cry, I'd rather fly


The crystal ship is being filled
A thousand girls, a thousand thrills
A million ways to spend your time
When we get back, I'll drop a line

 

[heinous seamus]

'Tis a great album.

I think it might be one of my favourite albums ever.
Sad, but funny as fuck too. Just the way I like it!

Another which I've been playing a lot recently:

I'm too cold to be alone this winter, I'm too old to be alone.
I just want to hold you this winter, I know you get so cold.
I just want to call you this winter. Where are you tonight?
Why aren't you here? You should be
looking after me this winter, I sure as hell can't.

Behind everything I do stares the cold truth I don't have you.
I still love you, I must be the world's biggest fool.
Everyday I wish you weren't so braw coz I miss you.
How am I supposed to unmake the world's biggest mistake.

I don't want to be your open wound all winter; you don't need to see me cry. I think I need professional help to get better, this may take some time.
My life is dead and I can't see a future, I never could and I still can't.
Do you still think I'd make a terrible father? I guess his blood still runs in me.

Behind everything I do stares the cold truth I don't have you.
I still love you, I must be the world's biggest fool.
Everyday I wish you weren't so braw coz I miss you.
How am I supposed to unmake the world's biggest mistake.

 

[rollinder]

It was Christmas Eve babe
In the drunk tank
An old man said to me, won't see another one
And then he sang a song
The Rare Old Mountain Dew
I turned my face away
And dreamed about you

Got on a lucky one
Came in eighteen to one
I've got a feeling
This year's for me and you
So happy Christmas
I love you baby
I can see a better time
When all our dreams come true

They've got cars big as bars
They've got rivers of gold
But the wind goes right through you
It's no place for the old
When you first took my hand
On a cold Christmas Eve
You promised me
Broadway was waiting for me

You were handsome
You were pretty
Queen of New York City
When the band finished playing
They howled out for more
Sinatra was swinging,
All the drunks they were singing
We kissed on a corner
Then danced through the night

The boys of the NYPD choir
Were singing "Galway Bay"
And the bells were ringing out
For Christmas day

You're a bum
You're a punk
You're an old slut on junk
Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed
You scumbag, you maggot
You cheap lousy faggot
Happy Christmas your arse
I pray God it's our last

I could have been someone
Well so could anyone
You took my dreams from me
When I first found you
I kept them with me babe
I put them with my own
Can't make it all alone
I've built my dreams around you

 

[Johnny Canuck3]

 

[Disjecta Membra]

Virtuoso Feat. Slaine - Fahrenheit 911

[Verse 1 - Virtuoso]
You told the soldiers fight for god got them slaugthering kids
now they sick taking naked flicks at Abu Ghraib
this is, a step back, not evolution for the torturer
let's fight for resolution revolution through a orchestra
there's more to the, regime change than democracy
hipocrisy so the elite can keep their monopoly
why so few control so much of the wealth
how you gon' stop corporate criminals you are one yourself
in business with the Bin Ladens rich off of Enron
Iraq building contracts to Cheney is dead wrong
and Rumsfeld don't even know how a guns held
let him fight his own battles faggot wouldnt shoot one shell
but they'll recruit high-schools for young kids
give 'em guns with lasers make them run up in some crib
to take a hostage no rights in Guantanamo
we onto those snakes, make them fall like dominoes
cause now they talking 'bout delaying the election
scare us with terror alerts and say it's for protection
won't let the U.N. count the votes afraid cause we are destined
to take away their power break away from their oppression
tell those masons we aint with their segregation
we want mind elevation, health care legislation
worldwide medication, answers why they not interrogating
Bin Ladens family just taking them back
to the Saudi's then they hit us with the patriot act
we want proof where's the truth start facing the facts
where's the bombs that Saddam used to make in Iraq
your either stupid or a liar start facing the fact, that...

[Hook]
You have no god, you have no armor
to defend your father who made this Osama
been paid from Bin Ladens, Saddam and the Taliban
so whose oil are you putting in your caravan? (2X)

[Verse 2 - Slaine]
You know that I'm the type to fight I'm willing to brawl
if it still isn't right we can kill 'em all
we can go to war, with all these motherfuckers in the sand
we can take it to the Saudi's now we make 'em understand
the working class jerking that M-60
but if I'm going out fuck it I'm taking them with me
but tell me which lies, are the generated push lies
from the reagan administration on down to these Bush guys
manipulate the media, make it like you switched sides
economics trickle down, greedier rich guys
are tickled pink and it's sick to think
while we eatin' chicken wings
thinking how to stick the Brink's sicker things
are happening it's not inside of my head
we can't get Osama now so here's Saddam instead
sand battle fields are bloody and they're rotten and red
while Al Qaeda got a camera and there choppin our heads
and this is your America mine has never been Oil
Mr.Bush no we never made the president royal
so put your crown on that ground
the same ground that gave you your dollars and pounds
rupels and your yen
and look what you've created sir cause truly you are them
there's a 911 america the president is them
with his hand on the bible watch the devil in his sin
when his blood spills know that he was never innocent, No!

[Hook] x 2

[Verse 3 - Virtuoso]
Lemme explian why my heart is in pain
you trade lives for loot and claim fair market exchange
while my man from the block hit the marines at seventeen
exposed his soul to horrible killings he's never seen
lost more than fifty pounds trekking cross the desert ground
Afghanistan he's soon to hit Iraq with heavy weapon rounds
yo E rep your town cause the bean for your back
I'm just heated at the current regimes scheme of attack
the president dodged drafts, drive drunk and sniffed cane
and claim Clinton should have been impeached for dicking chicks brains
they think insane and it's plain that their priorities
stealing Florida by blocking votes from minorities
they want police state authority, Nazi mind control conformity
a world war like when we stormed Normandy
Cheney's the brain he's doctor evil with a broke heart
Bush senior runs the country junior couldn't run a go-kart
they start wars and use our tax to but their bombs
they're crazy rich from alcohol tobacco and firearms
and Bin Laden ain't gon' never get handled man
only wanted to build a pipeline through Afghanistan
Osama's father launder more cash
everytime we pour gas, while ghetto youth catch bullets in they poor ass
how can we compete when their base is the elite?
well I guess our only option is to take it to the streets
the last thing we wanted was to reach a civil war
but if our ass ain't living free, then what are we living for?
the last thing we wanted was to start a civil war
but if our ass ain't living free what the fuck are we living for?!?!

[Hook] x 2

 

[heinous seamus]

I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel,
you were talking so brave and so sweet,
giving me head on the unmade bed,
while the limousines wait in the street.
Those were the reasons and that was New York,
we were running for the money and the flesh.
And that was called love for the workers in song
probably still is for those of them left.
Ah but you got away, didn't you babe,
you just turned your back on the crowd,
you got away, I never once heard you say,
I need you, I don't need you,
I need you, I don't need you
and all of that jiving around.

I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel
you were famous, your heart was a legend.
You told me again you preferred handsome men
but for me you would make an exception.
And clenching your fist for the ones like us
who are oppressed by the figures of beauty,
you fixed yourself, you said, "Well never mind,
we are ugly but we have the music."

And then you got away, didn't you babe...

I don't mean to suggest that I loved you the best,
I can't keep track of each fallen robin.
I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel,
that's all, I don't even think of you that often.

 

[rollinder]

A billion people died on the news tonight
But not so many cried at the terrible sight
Well mama said
It's just make believe
You can't believe everything you see
So baby close your eyes to the lullabies
On the news tonight

Who's the one to decide that it would be alright
To put the music behind the news tonight
Well mama said
You can't believe everything you hear
The diagetic world is so unclear
So baby close your ears
On the news tonight
On the news tonight

The unobtrusive tones on the news tonight
And mama said
Mmm

Why don't the newscasters cry when they read about people who die
At least they could be decent enough to put just a tear in their eyes
Mama said
It's just make believe
You cant believe everything you see
So baby close your eyes to the lullabies
On the news tonight

 

[blamblam]

face down ass up that's the way we like to fuck