What lyrics are you listening to now?

[Flashman]

Strange ways coming today
I put a dollar in my pocket
And I threw it away
Been a long time
Since a federal dime
Made a jukebox sound
Like a mirror in my mind
Control my worries
Fix my thoughts
Throw my hopes
Like a juggernaut walks
Now let-down souls
Can't feel no rhythm
Sorry entertainers
Like aerobics victims
Hybrid people
Light a wooded matchstick
Toxic fumes and the
Burning plastic
Beats are broken
Bones are spastic
Boombox talkin'
With a southern accent
Voodoo curses
Bible tongues
Voices comin'
From the mangled lungs
Give me some grits
Some get-down shit
Don't need a good reason
To let anything rip

Radio's cold
Solar's infected
One by one
I'll knock you out
God is alone
Hardware defective
One by one
I'll knock you out

Mr. Microphone making
All the damage felt
Like a laser manifesto
Make a mannequin melt
There's people phonin' in
Like it's unlimited minutes
Going through the motions
Just to savor they did it
Treadmill's running
Underneath their feet
So they feel like they're going somewhere
But they're not
So let's put boots
On the warehouse floor
Comin' to you
Like a rope on a chainstore
Throwing equipment
From a moving van
Grab a microphone
Like a utility man
Now fix the beat
Now break the rest
Make a kick drum sound
Like an S.O.S.
Get a tow-truck
Cause it's after dark
And the dance floor's full
But everybody's double-parked!

Cell phone's dead
Lost in the desert
One by one
I'll knock you out
Eye of the sun
Is out of its socket
One by one
I'll knock you out
One by one

This jam is real... that's right

Eye of the sun
Eye of the sun
Eye of the sun

Ahhhhhhhhhh

 

[Iam]

I'm chokin players like I'm Bob Knight, choke the coaches like I'm Spreewell
They bowin to the 'Sayers till they knees swell
I shake the game up worse than Single White Females
Walkin to they car alone flashin three bills
These little kids are talkin 'bout how little I know
Boy, I grab a mic and rock you like your Triple 5 Soul
With a civilized flow, but if you say my name I'm like Beetlejuice
Dice you up and slap you till your teeth are loose
I've seen the noose and will not get lynched by the industry
Nor will I have a A&R pimpin me stickin his thing in me
I'd sing for free for some years if it's clear to me
That if I'm there for my team they're there for me
For real, I be diligently killin the soliloquies
Of these millipeds that try to pass themselves off as ill MC's
I weave a web of words so intricately
That the English dictionary lacks an adjective to fit me
If he want my album tell him not to fuck with ATAK
He was hatin and Slug told the bitch to send my tapes back
And if I lose my voice then instead of sayin raps
I start paintin facts on the wall with hot crayola crayon wax

[ CHORUS ] (2X)
You're now rockin with the champion
You know you're in a war that can't be won
You need to stop and understand me, son
Cause I got a pocket full and I can hand you some

I wasn't lyin 'bout them muthafuckin hairy hands
Well how you think I tear a man till he can barely stand?
I share the land with hustlers hollerin my chorus back
I'll do anything for the cats that show support like that
When I battle they hold my back, y'all most be smokin crack
Eyes are screamin, "I ain't supposed to rap," come on, you know you're wack
These Minnesota cats touch down in places where it's dormant at
Bring they muthafuckin trophies back
I'm like big up my man Optimus Prime
I'm like what the fuck do rappers got in they mind?
I might jump on the stage and start hollerin rhymes
Maybe bend your back around and make you swallow your spine
Cause it's clear you ain't seen no one this tight in years
When I sing I can bring Brian McKnight to tears
I have to consume, Ali capture a room
And before my son was born I made him dance in the womb
MC's put up your titles, I be grabbin em soon
Them faggots are doomed, worse than breathing hazardous fumes
Like (* heavy breathing *) (There it is)
Yes, now let the magic resume
Biatch

 

[Firky]

Oh yeah you're pretty good looking for a girl
but your back is so broken
and this feelings still gonna linger on
until the year 2525 now

Yeah you're pretty good looking for a girl
your eyes are wide open
and your thoughts have been stolen by the boys
who took you out and bought you everything you
want now

Yeah you're pretty good looking
oh yeah
youre pretty good looking
yes youre pretty good looking
oh yeah
for a girl

Lots of people in this world
but I want to be your boy
to me that thought is sounding so absurd
and I dont wanna be your toy
cause youre pretty good looking for a girl
my futures wide open
but this feelings still gonna linger on
until I know everything I need to know now

Yeah you're pretty good looking
oh yeah
you're pretty good looking
yes you're pretty good looking
oh yeah
for a girl

The hottest songs from The White Stripes

 

[danny la rouge]

Some waffle about 'dialectical imperialism' by Red Krayola.

Silly buggers.

 

[holden]

Scorge l'anima mia.
Mentre che in sua balia
Streto mi tiene mirando il suo bel viso.
etc, etc
Written by Guillaume Dufay around the 1420s'.
Performed by Gothic Voices

So there you go!

 

[rollinder]

We were at a party
His ear lobe fell in the deep
Someone reached in and grabbed it
It was a rock lobster

We were at the beach
Everybody had matching towels
Somebody went under a dock
And there they saw a rock
It wasn't a rock
It was a rock lobster

Motion in the ocean
His air hose broke
Lots of trouble
Lots of bubble
He was in a jam
S'in a giant clam

Down, down

Underneath the waves
Mermaids wavin'
Wavin' to mermen
Wavin' sea fans
Sea horses sailin'
Dolphins wailin'

Red snappers snappin'
Clam shells clappin'
Muscles flexin'
Flippers flippin'

Down, down

Let's rock!

Boy's in bikinis
Girls in surfboards
Everybody's rockin'
Everybody's fruggin'

Twistin' 'round the fire
Havin' fun
Bakin' potatoes
Bakin' in the sun

Put on your noseguard
Put on the lifeguard
Pass the tanning butter

Here comes a stingray
There goes a manta-ray
In walked a jelly fish
There goes a dogfish
Chased by a catfish
In flew a sea robin
Watch out for that piranha
There goes a narwhale
HERE COMES A BIKINI WHALE!

 

[rollinder]

If I should fall from grace with god
Where no doctor can relieve me
If Im buried neath the sod
But the angels wont receive me

Let me go, boys
Let me go, boys
Let me go down in the mud
Where the rivers all run dry

This land was always ours
Was the proud land of our fathers
It belongs to us and them
Not to any of the others

Let them go, boys
Let them go, boys
Let them go down in the mud
Where the rivers all run dry

Bury me at sea
Where no murdered ghost can haunt me
If I rock upon the waves
Then no corpse can lie upon me

Its coming up three, boys
Keeps coming up three, boys
Let them go down in the mud
Where the rivers all run dry

If I should fall from grace with god
Where no doctor can relieve me
If Im buried neath the sod
But the angels wont receive me

Let me go, boys
Let me go, boys
Let me go down in the mud
Where the rivers all run dry

 

[trashycakes]

squint your eyes and look closer
i'm not between you and your ambition
i am a poster girl with no poster
i am 32 flavours and then some
and im beyond your peripheral vision
so you might want to turn your head
someday you might find you are starving
and eating all of the words that you said

 

[Firky]

Where's the paper bag that holds the liquor?
Just in case I feel the need to puke.
If we'd known what it'd take to get here,
Would we have chosen to?
Would we have chosen to?

So you wanna build an altar on a summer night?
You wanna smoke the gel off a fentanyl patch.
Ain'tcha heard the news? Adam and Eve were Jews.
And I always loved you to the max.

I loved you to the max
I loved you to the max
I loved you to the max

If it gets really really bad,
If it ever gets really really bad,
Let's not kid ourselves.
It gets really really bad.

Punks in the beerlight
Burnouts in love.
Punks in the beerlight
Toulouse-Lautrec.
Punks in the beerlight
Two burnouts in love.

I'd always loved you to the max
I loved you to the max
I loved you to the max

 

[muser]

violently optimistic

Right ! now ! ha ha ha ha ha

I am an antichrist
I am an anarchist
Dont know what I want but
I know how to get it
I wanna destroy the passer by cos i

I wanna be anarchy !
No dogs body

Anarchy for the u.k its coming sometime and maybe
I give a wrong time stop a trafic line
Your future dream is a shopping scheme cos i

I wanna be anarchy !
In the city

How many ways to get what you want
I use the best I use the rest
I use the enemy I use anarchy cos i

I wanna be anarchy !
The only way to be !

Is this the m.p.l.a
Or is this the u.d.a
Or is this the i.r.a
I thought it was the u.k or just
Another country
Another council tenancy

I wanna be an anarchist
Oh what a name
Get pissed destroy !

 

[pengaleng]

1,2, 1,2, yo check this out, it's the jump off right now
I want everybody, to put your work down, put your guns down
And report to the pit, the gravel pit
Leave your problems at home, leave your children at home
We gon' take it back underground, I be Bobby Boulders
Wu-Tang Clan on yo' mind one time
It's the jump off, so just jump off my nigga...


Check out my gravel pit
A mystery unraveling
Wu-Tang is the CD that I travel with
Don't go against the grain if you can't handle it


Ha, holla cross from the land of the lost
Behold the pale horse, off course (off course)
Follow me, Wu-Tang gotta be
The best thing since stocks in Clark Wallabees [ZZZH]
African killers bees black watch (black watch)
On your radio, blowin out yo' watts [ZZZH]
From Park Hill, the house on haunted hill
Every time you walk by your back get a chill [BLBLBH!]
Let's peel, who want to talk rap skills
I spit like a semi-automatic to the grill [BOOM!]
Elbow grease, and elbow room
Baby play me, baby fall down, go boom [BOOM!]
Party people gather round, count down to apocalypse [3, 2, 1...]


I'm the kid with the golden arms


And I'm the motherfuckin hott nikks [AAAAH!] pass the blunt
My nigga don't front
You had it for a minute but it seem like a month [COUGH]
Now I'm chokin, smokin, hopin
I don't croakin, from overdosin...
Hey kid, [walk straight as a I...]
Wu and Meth got you open (open), let's ride
Can't stand niggas that floss too much
Can't stand Bentleys they cost too much
Kid wanna get up then kid get touched
Kid wanna stick up then kid get stuck
I'm the one that called your bluff
When your boy tried to act tough...
Remember what Old Dirty said, I'll fuck yo' ass up!
Now listen


Back, back and forth and forth
Back, back and forth and forth
Back, back and forth and forth
As we go...
Back, back and forth and forth
Back, back and forth and forth
Back, back and forth and forth
As we go...


E with the English, extinguish styles extremist
Bald head beamers run wild
It's the kid with the gold cup
Stepped out like what
What's poppin, and y'all niggas dobo
Blastin shae shae, chocolate shortae
Rich color mocks, rock those all day
1960 shit I'm Goldie
That's right motherfucker don't hold me
The world's greatest, Las Vegas, paid as rock
Skin painted on my face look ageless
Perfect combos, Ghost bang out condos
Jeff from Hamo, ex three bangos
Bancos, stank hoes in plain clothes
Change those, bang those, same old, same old


Yeah y'all, straight up this the jump off right here
The gravel pit, word up represent, rock the boulders
All my rich gangsta style, killers, y'all know what time it is
Shorty do your thing, get up on that shit right now boo, do you
That's what I'm talkin 'bout


Yo, step to my groove, move like this
When we shoot the gift of course it's ruthless
Grab the mic with no excuses
In a sec, grab the techs and loot this
Executin, shakin all sets, and I'm breakin all hecks
I'm takin all bets, move all best, who want the dram' next
You all stank, we got the bigger bank
Bigger shank to fill your tank
Still the same kill you for real, while you crank
Slide, do or die, fry to bake
Admire the greats, on fire wit a heart of hate
Bitter shark, every part I take, heavy darts that quake
It's okay, all fakes, get caught by the dropkicks
You know the thrill, yes it's Park Hill
Yo we hit 'em with the hot grits...
On the go, check the flow, sayin Wu don't rock shit...
Stop quick, hold the gossip, stop sweatin my pockets
I hear the hot shit

 

[Iam]

Ha, holla cross from the land of the lost

"Ha, holocaust..."

 

[pengaleng]

am at wrk init aint got time to sit an re-write lyrics

 

[Iam]

Heh. Soz.

Fair play for playing Wu-Tang at work, innit.

 

[muser]

where are you

Heard this today, brought back memories of youth.


Come up screaming
Come up screaming
I've never seen you look like this without a reason
Another promise fallen through
Another season passes by you
I never took the smile away from anybody's face
And that's a desperate way to look
For someone who is still a child
In a big country dreams stay with you
Like a lover's voice fires the mountainside
Stay alive
I thought that pain and truth were things that really mattered
But you can't stay here with every single hope you had shattered
I'm not expecting to grow flowers in a desert
But I can live and breathe
And see the sun in wintertime
In a big country dreams stay with you
Like a lover's voice fires the mountainside
Stay alive
Stay alive
So take that look out of here it doesn't fit you
Because it's happened doesn't mean you've been discarded
Pull up your head off the floor—come up screaming
Cry out for everything you ever might have wanted
I thought that pain and truth were things that really mattered
But you can't stay here with every single hope you had shattered
I'm not expecting to grow flowers in a desert
But I can live and breathe
And see the sun in wintertime
In a big country dreams stay with you
Like a lover's voice fires the mountainside
Stay alive

 

[snorbury]

No te vallas

Muer mia

Tu no me dejas

Tu no te vallas

Igual que una chiquitana



No te vallas

Muer mia

Tu no me dejas

Tu no te vallas

Tu acerca a l'abandono



Bem bem bem Maria

 

[northernhord]

And you died the other day
They took you away
To your hospital bed
Keep screwing up my head with

Emotional blackmail
Emotional blackmail
Emotional blackmail
Emotional blackmail

In this game of survival
There's too many rivals
You sink or you swim
Why bother jumping in

And now I can't go home
To razor cuts on bone
Rooms splashed with blood
Needles dipped in mud and

Emotional blackmail
Emotional blackmail
Emotional blackmail now
Emotional blackmail

 

[muser]

The early developement of my wit and sebsequent humour, relies alot to the influence of this song.


Gold, finger itches
Gold, in the hand
Gold, you have to have
Gold, all for yourself

Gold, full train of it
Gold, rob the train
Gold, murder in the train
Gold, get some gold

Gold is the sweat of the sun
Give me some gold!
Gold, it glitters
Gold, is soft and thin

I'm searching for gold
I need gold just to see
Never seen it before
Indication of gold
Do I see gold?
Bloody fingers!
Dig! Crawl! Dig!

Gold is the sweat of the sun
Give me some gold!

I continue to dig into the earth,
Torn fingers, bloody fingers..

There is a sun in the sky
Nothing has changed
And gold, begotten of the sun..
Give me gold!
I need it now, oh gold!

I'm still searching for gold
I need gold
And I have to have a chunk of.. gold
No indication of gold
Just a little piece of gold for me!

In the core of the earth
Oh, gold!
I see the glow, this is the gold
Gold, gold! Oh gold!
I need gold!
Oh, gold !

 

[rollinder]

Tonight the hills are watching her as she runs towards the sea.
Yeah, she runs so she'll be free.
And of all the friends and enemies she's made along the way,
They are nowhere in her thoughts as she dives beneath the waves.

And he's the one that you've seen sometimes on tv,
And his shirt is on the ground while he's tackled by police.
And the parcel that he throws across the bridge into the creek,
It'll flow towards the sea, it will meet with her tomorrow.

No place, sometime.
We'll clear our eyes.
And when you're down,
I'll come around.

And all the places that she's been along the way.
Flames are licking at their walls. night glows with their remains.
From far away the animals come gather round to see.
But she knows not how they feel and she knows not what it means.

When she was young we'd ask her what she'd like to be.
And she'd close her eyes and dream...
Now we're nowhere in her thoughts as she dives beneath the waves.

Her place i've found,
Could be all ours.
I've seen where you,
Would rather be.

 

[muser]

I know there is a thread about getting lyrics wrong and later finding out what they were, but I can't track down the thread, so I'll (if you'll forgive me) post here.
In the sugarcube song hit, I thought the line: "its growing silently, to become a life, it embraces my insides".
Even the other lyrics in the sentence I couldn't make out at the time, though for the longest time, I imagined she'd sang "its growing silently, to become a life, it embraces my desire"
I will stubbornly persist with my version but acknowledge the new found original.

 

[rollinder]

Do you fancy a drink
Just the one
To clear your head
We won't be long
It's a beautiful day
To waste away
There's plenty of time
For another one

[Chorus]
You know you shouldn't do it
But can't see no reason why
So blow your mind

Make mine a short
I'm getting there
But where there is
I couldn't care
There must be something
I haven't tried
Perhaps that bottle before my eyes

[Chorus]

Through the haze
The sun goes down
It's getting late
Let's hit the town
Call some friends
To paint it red
Feed the animal
In your head

[Chorus]

They throw you out
You hit the night
Go to a club
You feel alright
You get a pill
Take just half
Then take the rest of it
For a laugh

[Chorus]

Across the floor
You think you see
The one of your dreams
Your fantasy
But that last drink
Has made you blind
You need the bar
But it's hard to find

[Chorus]

It's a brand new game
You want to try,
You line them up
And it's the first to die
You think you've won
but it's time to leave
And it's back to yours
for a cup of tea

[Chorus]

You find your keys
And you all fall in
You spend an hour
And search your skins
When all seems lost
And it's looking grim
You find the bottle
Of christmas gin

[Chorus]

The rest is blank
And that's the worst
An empty head
For an empty purse
You had a laugh
Or so you think
But in the morning
You just stink

So you fancy a drink
It's just the one
To clear your head
We won't be long

 

[rollinder]

another song I didn't know I already knew

I wish I was a fisherman
tumblin' on the seas
far away from dry land
and it's bitter memories
castin' out my sweet line
with abandonment and love
no ceiling bearin' down on me
save the starry sky above
with light in my head
with you in my arms...
i wish i was the brakeman
on a hurtlin fevered train
crashin head long into the heartland
like a cannon in the rain
with the feelin of the sleepers
and the burnin of the coal
countin the towns flashin by
and a night that's full of soul
with light in my head
with you in my arms...

And I know I will be loosened
from the bonds that hold me fast
and the chains all around me
will fall away at last
and on that grand and fateful day
I will take thee in my hand
I will ride on a train
I will be the fisherman
With light in my head
You in my arms...

Light in my head
You in my arms...

Light in my head
You...

With light in my head
You in my arms...

 

[rollinder]

wishing I had a bottle of wine and/or people to play records and get drunk with

Is it worth it?
A new winter coat and shoes for the wife
And a bicycle on the boy's birthday
It's just a rumour that was spread around town
By the women and children
Soon we'll be shipbuilding

Well I ask you
The boy said, "Dad they're going to take me to task
But I'll be back by Christmas"
It's just a rumour that was spread around town
Somebody said that someone got filled in
For saying that people get killed
in the result of this shipbuilding

With all the will in the world
Diving for dear life
When we could be diving for pearls

It's just a rumour that was spread around town
A telegram or a picture-postcard
Within weeks they'll be re-opening the shipyard
And notifying the next of kin - once again

It's all we're skilled in
We will be shipbuilding

With all the will in the world
Diving for dear life
When we could be diving for pearls

 

[rollinder]

"Husker Du, Du, Du
Captain Beefheart, ELO
Chris De Burgh, Sun Ra
Del Amitri, John Coltrane"

 

[rollinder]

to the tune of With God On Our side

And my name - it is Dai Young,
I'm the king of Welsh goths.
The village I come from
is near Abersoch.
I was brought up on Bauhaus
and black bedroom walls
and I had my first "snakebite"
when I was in halls.

Now the graveyard is calling,
the sky's getting greyer.
I'll drink the warm blood of
the borough surveyor
and I'll murder the verger,
I've seen how he gorps
and I'll write on his headstone
"Here lies Jones the corpse".

Now, my overweight girlfriend
she sits and she quips.
Her mother's convinced she's
communing with Imps.
Her brother's alright though,
he's a good lad, is Wilf.
'cause he's into Placebo
and Cradle Of Filth.

At my gig up in Butlins,
the Redcoats complained.
They tried to remove me,
with bottles, they rained.
But for the first time in history,
I didn't run and hide.
and the Scousers in shellsuits
had Goths on their side.

Now this land of my father's,
it don't suit my needs.
I'd rather be some place,
like Bradford or Leeds.
Where the Gipton teenagers
could meet in my shed.
For advice on Mascara
and all things undead.

Now, my left index finger
is nine inches long.
It's harbouring over
a world that's gone wrong.
Ask me to Prestatyn (press that in),
and that's what I'll do
and we'll all die together
and "Dylan" can't sue.

 

[northernhord]

Syncromesh Gearbox
Overhead Cam
Mohair motorised wolf
Looking for lambs
Power-Assisted Steering
8-Track Stereo
Leopard Skin Upholstery
FM Radio

Kerb Crawler
White sidewalls, with grooves
Kerb Crawler
So fast he hardly moves
Kerb Crawler
He really approves of
Your high heels clicking
Like a pair of cloven hooves

Excuse Me Lady
Are you looking for a lift?
I ain't going nowhere special
I'm just out on the drift
I'll take you anywhere you want
Drop you outside your door
I might drive us down the Autobahn
With my foot right to the floor

Fandago insect
In the skyscraper shade
He's a night-city mantis
In the neon parade

Come on, come on

 

[rollinder]

Unemployments rising
In the Chigley end of town.
And it's speading like pneumonia;
Doesn't look like going down.
There's trouble at the fire station;
Someone's had the sack.
And the lads are going to launch a scheme
To get rid of Captain Black.

Tell PC McGarry
To get himself a mate.
And arm themselves with C. S. Gas
They're gonna be out late.
We've had calm conformers in since 1966.
And now subversions in the air
In the shape of flying bricks!

Chorus:
Someone get a message through
To Captain Snort
That they better start assembling
The boys from the fort.
Keep Mrs. Honeyman right out of sight,
'Cause there's gonna be riot
Down in Trumpton Tonight.

All this aristocracy
Has really got to stop.
We'll overthrow the surgery
And kidnap Doctor Mop
And Chicley Militant Socialists
Will storm the market square
And make plans to assasinate
Our autocratic mayor!

Windy Militant rages past
With Corn grinders to war
With windmill sails and bombs with nails
They smash the town hall door.
But Snorty and the boys arrive
With one big erstwhile (?) crew
Whereupon they bring about
A military coup.

 

[dynamicbaddog]

And all the masks I carry on my face
For you, for another
Some calm and then some grace
But once within a long and broken night
A face like mine, bereft of dreams and white

This is a song, this is a song
A song for a departure
This is a song
This is a song, this is a song
A song to take you homewards
This is a song

Maybe this strangeness only ever was
To hide ourselves from some kind of happiness
But always the moment it just seems to stay
Tearing it off like so many calendar days

This is a song, this is a song
A song for a departure
This is a song
This is a song, this is a song
A song to break your heart to
This is a song

This is a song, this is a song
A song for broken lovers
This is a song
This is a song, this is a song
A song to take you homewards
This is a song
This is a song, this is a song
A song to break your heart to
This is a song

 

[muser]

This one's probably on here

more productive
comfortable
not drinking too much
regular exercise at the gym (3 days a week)
getting on better with your associate employee contemporaries
at ease
eating well (no more microwave dinners and saturated fats)
a patient better driver
a safer car (baby smiling in back seat)
sleeping well (no bad dreams)
no paranoia
careful to all animals (never washing spiders down the plughole)
keep in contact with old friends (enjoy a drink now and then)
will frequently check credit at (moral) bank (hole in wall)
favours for favours
fond but not in love
charity standing orders
on sundays ring road supermarket
(no killing moths or putting boiling water on the ants)
car wash (also on sundays)
no longer afraid of the dark
or midday shadows
nothing so ridiculously teenage and desperate
nothing so childish
at a better pace
slower and more calculated
no chance of escape
now self-employed
concerned (but powerless)
an empowered and informed member of society (pragmatism not idealism)
will not cry in public
less chance of illness
tires that grip in the wet (shot of baby strapped in back seat)
a good memory
still cries at a good film
still kisses with saliva
no longer empty and frantic
like a cat
tied to a stick
that's driven into
frozen winter shit (the ability to laugh at weakness)
calm
fitter, healthier and more productive
a pig
in a cage
on antibiotics

 

[sojourner]

And all those wasted years
And all those pointless tears
They're over love
And all those wasted days
Are leading us to say
It's over love
It's over love
It's over love
It's over love

And all those pointless fears
And all those wasted years
They're over love
And all those wasted days
Are leading us to say
It's over love
It's over love
It's over love
It's over love
It's over love
It's over love