What lyrics are you listening to now?

[felixthecat]

Slight change of genre.............

On the good ship Venus
By Christ you shoulda seen us
The figurehead was a whore in bed
Sucking a dead mans penis
The captains name was Lugger
By Christ he was a bugger
He wasn't fit to shovel shit
From one ship to another
The second mate was Andy
By Christ he had a dandy
Til they crushed his cock on a jagged rock
For cumming in the Brandy
The third mates name was Morgan
By God he was a gorgon
From half past eight
He played til 8 upon the captains organ
Captains wife was Mabel
And by God was she able
To give the crew their daily screw
Upon the galley table
The captains daughter Charlotte
was born and bred a harlot
her thighs at night were lilly white
by morning they were scarlet
The cabin boy was Kipper
By Christ he was a nipper
He stuffed his ass with broken glass
And circumcised the skipper
The captains lovely daughter
liked swimming in the water
delighted squeals came when some eels
found her sexual corner
The cook his name was Freeman
and he was a dirty demon
And he fed the crew on menstrual stew
And hymens fried in semen
The ships dog was called Rover
and we turned that poor thing over
and ground and ground that faithful hound
from Tenerife to Dover

When we reached our station
through careful navigation
The ship got sunk
in a wave of spunk from too much fornication
On the good ship Venus
by Christ you should have seen us
The figurehead was a whore in bed
sucking a dead mans penis.

 

[rollinder]

Here we go
Round and round the floor
Together
In time

Here we sit
It looks like this is it
Whatever
This time

It's makin' no sense
But we'll stay here till the end
Whatever-er
This time

They shoot horses, don't they
They shoot horses, don't they
They shoot horses, don't they-ey-ey

Carousel
A crazy wishing well
Whenever
You fall

It seems so lo-o-o-o-o-ong
Just like a marathon
The bell of
The ball

They shoot horses, don't they
They shoot horses, don't they
They shoot horses, don't they-ey-ey

 

[northernhord]

From the land of shadows
Comes a dreadful sight
Lady with the marble smile
Spirit of the night
See the scourge of innocence
Swinging in her hand
Hear the silent suffering
That echoes through the land

From the tombs of ignorance
Of hate and greed and lies
Through the smoke of sacrifice
Watch her figure rise
The sick the poor the old
Basking in her radiance
Men of blood and gold

In her bloody footsteps
Speculators prance
Men of dreams are praying
For that second chance
Round her vacant features
Gilded serpents dance
Her tree of evil knowledge
Sprouts a special branch

Madam Medusa
Madam Medusa
Madam Medusa

Knock her right down
And then she bounce right back
Knock her right down
And then she bounce right back
She gone off her head
We've got to shoot her dead
She gone off her head
We've got to shoot her dead
Run for your life before she eat you alive
Run for your life before she eat you alive
Move out of the way 'cause you're blocking out the day
Move out of the way 'cause you're blocking out the day

 

[rollinder]

thought of you when they closed down the school
And the hospital too
Did they think that you were better?
They were wrong
You had so many friends
They all left you in the end
'Cause they couldn't stand the patter
And I'll see you baby when the clans rise again
Women and children united by a struggle
Going down
You've got to walk into the water
With your sister and your daughter
In this free world
If I wore your shades could I share your point of view?
Could I make you feel better?
Paint a picture, write a letter?
Well I know what you're saying
But I see the things you do
And it's much too dangerous
To get closer to you
And I'll see you baby when the clans rise again
Women and children united by the struggle
Going down
With a pocketful of plastic
Like a dollar on elastic
In this free world
(I wouldn't tell you if I didn't care)
And I'll see you baby when the clans rise again
Women and children united by the struggle
And the ghettoes are full of Mercedes Benz
And you'd never hurt a friend
Who wouldn't tell you
It's cold and it's going to get colder
You may not get much older
You're much too scared of living
And to die is a reliable exit
So you push it and you test it
With 'Thunderbird' and 'Rivin'
And I'll see you baby when the clans rise again
Women and children united in the struggle
In this free world baby
Got to take it got to grab it
Got to get it up and shag it
In this free world
Going down
You've got to get into the water
Like a lamb goes to the slaughter
In this free world baby
Going down
With a pocketful of plastic
Like a dollar on elastic
In this free world
(I wouldn't tell you if I didn't care)

 

[rollinder]

Miss Otis regrets, she's unable to lunch today, madam,
Miss Otis regrets, she's unable to lunch today.
She is sorry to be delayed,
but last evening down in Lover's Lane she strayed, madam,
Miss Otis regrets, she's unable to lunch today.

When she woke up and found that her dream of love was gone, madam,
She ran to the man who had led her so far astray,
And from under her velvet gown,
She drew a gun and shot her love down, madam,
Miss Otis regrets, she's unable to lunch today.

When the mob came and got her and dragged her from the jail, madam,
They strung her upon the old willow across the way,
And the moment before she died,
She lifted up her lovely head and cried, madam......
Miss Otis regrets, she's unable to lunch today.

Miss Otis regrets, she's unable to lunch today

 

[tufty79]

She sang for me, her heart on her tongue
She sang so pretty
She danced for me, her heart on her hips
She danced so fine
She said "Oh, a sweet sweet man like you,
What can I do for you?"
I said "A sweet sweet man like me
I can only bring you misery"
I lay awake that night, listening to her breathing
Thinking how strange it would be
If I awoke and she wasn't there
I could feel myself, feel myself changing
No longer me, I was only a part of her
I said "A sweet sweet man like me
I can only bring you misery"
So they put me down, back where I started from
But where I started seems so high
I start to climb

---------------------------------------------------
I lay awake that night, listening to her breathing
Thinking how strange it would be
If I awoke and she wasn't there
I could feel myself, feel myself changing
No longer me, I was only a part of her
She said "Oh a sweet-sweet man like you
what can I do for you?";
I said "A sweet sweet man like me
I can only bring you misery"

 

[tufty79]

I understand everything
I understand everything
Take me in your arms
You knew how I feel
Before I knew, I was up to my neck
First time we danced
So I’ll tell what brought you home tonight
So, you’re back, what brought you home?
Oh, the dancing
Take me in your arms
You knew how I feel
Running home
I couldn’t wait to be inside you then
You were all around me then
So, is that what brought you home tonight
Do you know what brought you home tonight?
Was it the dancing?
Before I knew, I was up to my neck
The last toe leaving ground
First time we danced

 

[tufty79]

I’ve got memories
I keep them away from me
They won’t behave
Won’t be what I want them to be

I’ve seen it all and it’s all done
I’ve been with everyone and no one

So many squandered moments
So much wasted time
So busy chasing dreams
I left myself behind

I’ve seen it all and it’s all done
I’ve been with everyone and no one

So this dying slowly
It seemed better than shooting myself
This dying slowly
It seemed better than shooting myself

These worms, darling
They’re nibbling away at me
They go at it when I’m sleeping
Won’t let me get to my feet

I’ve seen it all and it’s all done
I’ve been with everyone and no one

So this dying slowly
It seemed better than shooting myself
This dying slowly
It seemed better than shooting –
If I could find the words to explain this feeling
I would shout them out
If I could find out all this, what’s inside me
I would shout it out

So this dying slowly
It seemed better than shooting myself
This dying slowly
It seemed better than shouting it out

I make some coffee
Pull on that new pair of pants
I can get so far
The feeling just falls away

I’ve seen it all and it’s all done
I’ve been with everyone and no one

I’m just tired, baby
I just need to lay down
I’m just tired, darling
I just need to lay down
I’m just tired, baby
I just need to lay down
I’m just tired, darling
I just need to lay down
I’m just tired, darling

 

[tufty79]

It’s too long till I see you again
It’s too long to be with you
You know these hands
They don’t know what to do
You know these hands
They don’t know how to

It’s too long till I see you again
It’s too long to be with you
You know these hands
They don’t know what to do
You know these hands
They don’t know how to

How to give me that sweet release
Give me that sweet release
Give me that sweet release
Give me that sweet release

There’s too much time
Turning away from you
There’s too much time
That I can afford now

You know these hands
They don’t know what to do
You know these hands
They don’t know how to

How to give me that sweet release
Give me that sweet release
Give me that sweet release
Give me that sweet release

It’s too late to love you
It’s too late to love you
Too late to love you
Too late to love you
It’s too late to love you
You stop looking till you get what you want

It’s too late to love you
It’s too late to love you
You say it all until you need some now
It’s too late to love you
There’s too much time
You stop looking till you get what you want
There’s too much time
There’s too much time
You take it all until you want some love
There’s too much time

Give me that sweet release
Give me that sweet release
Give me that sweet release
Give me that sweet release

It’s too long till I see you again
It’s too long to be with you
You know these hands
They don’t know what to do
You know these hands
They don’t know how to

How to give me that sweet release
Give me that sweet release
Give me that sweet release
Give me that sweet release

You make it so easy to beg Give me that sweet release
Then I’ll beg you
You make it so easy to beg Give me that sweet release
Then I’ll beg you
There’s too much time Give me that sweet release
There’s too much time
Give me that sweet release
Give me that sweet release
Give me that sweet release
Give me that sweet release
Give me that sweet release

 

[tufty79]

Your dream can never earn enough
Ultimate nihilistic love

Tennessee nights just zip-code love
Always believe the comfort of strangers
Tennessee eyes graffiti once blue
Media sells a trace of hate
Media sells a trace of hate

Our epitaph reads like your sin
Subvert, destroy, beat derelict

Tennessee nights just zip-code love
Commanche becomes as maggot
Tennessee eyes orange once blue
Media sells a trace of hate
Media sells a trace of hate

His pain forgets her agony
His heart P-M-R-C
His heart P-M-R-C
The white man is disease
His heart P-M-R-C

Your dream can never earn enough
Ultimate nihilistic love

 

[rollinder]

I <3 this song

Are you the tornado in my sails
Are you Jesus without the nails
Are you the bury met without the rails
Are you Paris without snails
Of course you're not
But you're all I've got
And that's fine & dandy
When you lick my candy girl
(And I don't mean that rude)
When you lick my
When you lick my candy
Are you Disneyland without whales
Are you a farmer without bales
Are you the red lion without ales
Are you the lakes without the dales
Naturally you're not
But you're all I've got
And that's fine & dandy
When lick my candy girl
(And I don't mean that rude)
When you lick my
When you lick my candy
Are you Ra without Dion
Are you the words in the sky without neon
Are you indigenous or did you disappear
Are you the lime in my bottleneck of beer
Candy candy candy girl...

 

[tufty79]

I hold you closely you push me away
I want forever you just want today
Give me your fingers wash out your mouth
Bite off my tongue on this bloody couch

But I don't blame you
You're always right
I'm like a bad day
On your good good night

I hear the tick of a bomb
All your hair in a fuse
You ask me for a light
To blow away these blues

Run me a bath, then plug me in
I'm like a T.V. learning to swim

But I don't blame you
You're always right
I'm like a bad day
On your good good night

I hold you closely you push me away
I want forever you just want today
Give me your fingers wash out your mouth
Bite off my cock on this bloody couch

But I don't blame you
You're always right
I'm like a bad day
On your good good good good night

 

[rollinder]

Most of my Latino and black people who are struggling to get food, clothes and shelter in the hood are so concerned with that, that philosophising about freedom and socialist democracy is usually unfortunately beyond their rationale.
They don't realize that America can't exist without separating them from their identity, because if we had some sense of who we really are, there's no way in hell we'd allow this country to push it's genocidal consensus on our homelands.
This ignorance exists, but it can be destroyed.

Nigga talk about change and working within the system to achieve that. The problem with always being a conformist is that when you try to change the system from within, it's not you who changes the system; it's the system that will eventually change you. There is usually nothing wrong with compromise in a situation, but compromising yourself in a situation is another story completely, and I have seen this happen long enough in the few years that I've been alive to know that it's a serious problem. Latino America is a huge colony of countries whose presidents are cowards in the face of economic imperialism.
You see, third world countries are rich places, abundant in resources, and many of these countries have the capacity to feed their starving people and the children we always see digging for food in trash on commercials. But plutocracies, in other words a government run by the rich such as this one and traditionally oppressive European states, force the third world into buying overpriced, unnecessary goods while exporting huge portions of their natural resources.

I'm quite sure that people will look upon my attitude and sentiments and look for hypocrisy and hatred in my words. My revolution is born out of love for my people, not hatred for others.

You see, most of Latinos are here because of the great inflation that was caused by American companies in Latin America. Aside from that, many are seeking a life away from the puppet democracies that were funded by the United
States; places like El Salvador, Guatemala, Peru, Columbia, Nicaragua, Ecuador and Republica Dominicana, and not just Spanish-speaking countries either, but Haiti and Jamaica as well.

As different as we have been taught to look at each other by colonial society, we are in the same struggle and until we realize that, we'll be fighting for scraps from the table of a system that has kept us subservient instead of being
self-determined. And that's why we have no control over when the embargo will stop in Cuba, or when the bombs will stop dropping in Vieques.
But you see, here in America the attitude that is fed to us is that outside of America there live lesser people. "Fuck them, let them fend for themselves." No, Fuck you, they are you. No matter how much you want to dye your hair blonde and put fake eyes in, or follow an anorexic standard of beauty, or no matter how many diamonds you buy from people who exploit your own brutally to get them, no matter what kind of car you drive or what kind of fancy clothes you put on, you will never be them. They're always gonna look at you as nothing but a little monkey. I'd rather be proud of what I am, rather
than desperately trying to be something I'm really not, just to fit in. And whether we want to accept it or not, that's what this culture or lack of culture is feeding us.

I want a better life for my family and for my children, but it doesn't have to be at the expense of millions of lives in my homeland. We're given the idea that if we didn't have these people to exploit then America wouldn't be rich
enough to let us have these little petty material things in our lives and basic standards of living. No, that's wrong. It's the business giants and the government officials who make all the real money. We have whatever they kick
down to us. My enemy is not the average white man, it's not the kid down the block or the kids I see on the street; my enemy is the white man I don't see:
the people in the white house, the corporate monopoly owners, fake liberal politicians those are my enemies. The generals of the armies that are mostly conservatives those are the real Mother-Fuckers that I need to bring it to, not the poor, broke country-ass soldier that's too stupid to know shit about the way things are set up.

In fact, I have more in common with most working and middle-class white people than I do with most rich black and Latino people. As much as racism bleeds America, we need to understand that classism is the real issue. Many of us are
in the same boat and it's sinking, while these bougie Mother-Fuckers ride on a luxury liner, and as long as we keep fighting over kicking people out of the little boat we're all in, we're gonna miss an opportunity to gain a better standard of living as a whole.

In other words, I don't want to escape the plantation I want to come back, free all my people, hang the Mother-Fucker that kept me there and burn the house to the god damn ground. I want to take over the encomienda and give it back to the
people who work the land.

You cannot change the past but you can make the future, and anyone who tells you different is a Fucking lethargic devil. I don't look at a few token Latinos and black people in the public eye as some type of achievement for my people as
a whole. Most of those successful individuals are sell-outs and house Negros.

But, I don't consider brothers a sell-out if they move out of the ghetto.
Poverty has nothing to do with our people. It's not in our culture to be poor.
That's only been the last 500 years of our history; look at the last 2000 years of our existence and what we brought to the world in terms of science, mathematics, agriculture and forms of government. You know the idea of a confederation of provinces where one federal government controls the states?
The Europeans who came to this country stole that idea from the Iroquois lead.
The idea of impeaching a ruler comes from an Aztec tradition. That's why Montezuma was stoned to death by his own people 'cause he represented the agenda of white Spaniards once he was captured, not the Aztec people who would
become Mexicans.

So in conclusion, I'm not gonna vote for anybody just 'cause they black or Latino they have to truly represent the community and represent what's good for all of us proletariat.

Porque sino entonces te mando por el carajo cabron gusano hijo de puta, seramos libre pronto, viva la revolucion, VIVA LA REVOLUCION!

 

[Tank Girl]

Nobody knows what human life is.
Why we come, why we go.
So why then do I know
I will see you,
I will see you in far off places?

The heart knows why I grieve
And yes one day I will close my eyes forever
But I will see you
I will see you in far off places.

It's so easy for us to sit together
But it's so hard for our hearts to combine
And why?
And why?
Why? Why? Why? Why?

Destiny for some is to save lives
But destiny for some is to end lives
But there is no end
And I will see you in far off places.

If your god bestows protection upon you
And if the USA doesn't bomb you
I believe I will see you somewhere safe
Looking to the camera, messing around
and pulling faces.

 

[tufty79]

All these people drinking lover's spit
They sit around and clean their face with it
And they listen to teeth to learn how to quit
tied to a night they never met

You know it's time
that we grow old and do some shit
I like it all that way

All these people drinking lover's spit
Swallowing words while giving head
They listen to teeth to learn how to quit
tied to a night they never met

You know it's time
that we grow old and do some shit
I like it all that way

************
Come disconnect the dots with me poppet come disconnect the dots
Come disconnect the dots with me poppet come disconnect the dots


It's so beautiful
Our lunacy
It's so beautiful

**************

Well I wake up in the morning
Look at my clock
It's way past noon time
Now I'm late for work.

Tell me, tell me
What have I done wrong?
Ain't nothing go right with me
Must be I've been smoking too long.

Well I go to find me some breakfast
But I ain't got no food
Take me a shower
But the water don't feel no good.

Tell me...

I've got opium in my chimney
No other life to choose
Nightmare made of hash dreams.
Got the devil in my shoes

Tell me...

Well when I'm smoking
Put my worries on a shelf
Don't think about nothin'
Try not to see myself.

Tell me...

Well in this blues I'm singin'
There's a lesson to be learned
Don't go around smokin'
Unless you want to get burned.

Tell me...

 

[tufty79]

was ich in deinen träumen suchen?
ich suche nichts.
ich räume auf.

was du dereinst liegen liessest...
ich staple es auf, es wird noch verwendet.
ich räum' es nur weg.

die ganzen vergebenen möglichkeiten --
es lässt sich nichts mehr mit ihnen anfangen.
auch sie räum' ich weg.

was ich in deinen täumen suche?
ich suche nichts.
ich räume nur auf.

es kommen zum vorschein die ungetüme
lange verborgen doch noch vorhanden.
unter den schichten
geschichten
geschichte
auch sie sind nicht weg

was ich in deinen träumen suche?
ich suche nichts...

bis ich deine träume im dunklen leuchten seh'...

 

[tufty79]

Love set you going, love set you going,
like a fat gold watch.

Our voices echo,
Our voices echo,
Our voices echo.
New statue.

In a drafty museum, your nakedness
shadows our safety.
We stand round blankly as walls.

Our voices echo,
Our voices echo,
Our voices echo.
New statue.

One cry, and I stumble from bed,
One cry and I wake to listen.

*

Sleeping is giving in,
no matter what the time is.
Sleeping is giving in,
so lift those heavy eyelids.

People say that you'll die
faster than without water.
But we know it's just a lie,
scare your son, scare your daughter.

People say that your dreams
are the only things that save ya.
Come on baby in our dreams,
we can live our misbehavior.

Every time you close your eyes
Lies, lies!
Every time you close your eyes
Lies, lies!
Every time you close your eyes
Lies, lies!
Every time you close your eyes
Lies, lies!
Every time you close your eyes
Every time you close your eyes
Every time you close your eyes
Every time you close your eyes

People try and hide the night
underneath the covers.
People try and hide the light
underneath the covers.

Come on hide your lovers
underneath the covers,
come on hide your lovers
underneath the covers.

Hidin' from your brothers
underneath the covers,
come on hide your lovers
underneath the covers.

People say that you'll die
faster than without water,
but we know it's just a lie,
scare your son, scare your daughter,
Scare your son, scare your daughter.
Scare your son, scare your daughter.

Now here's the sun, it's alright!
(Lies, lies!)
Now here's the moon, it's alright!
(Lies, lies!)
Now here's the sun, it's alright!
(Lies, lies!)
Now here's the moon it's alright
(Lies, lies!)

Every time you close your eyes
Lies, lies!
Every time you close your eyes
Lies, lies!
Every time you close your eyes
Lies, lies!
Every time you close your eyes
Lies, lies!
Every time you close your eyes
Every time you close your eyes
(Lies, lies!)

*


Busy at home
I was happy for a while
But the joke is over
Looking down
At the carefully laid out infamy
Take a scythe, take a scythe,
To the rotting core
Of man-vegetaton
Now I sigh
At the cool cool attitude to ignorance

The look in your eyes
When you gave this to me
Just put me on my guard
In this elegant chaos
I stand to one side

Shouting “ha”
Was I forced into this?
Or was it given to me?
It’s a nice idea -
As a gift
Or as something to try for a while
70 years?
It’s neither one thing or the other
My big fear
Is to dig it at last
And have it taken away

It’s not a problem of secrecy
I take it in my stride
Did I learn to breathe to be killed like this?
Faces to the glass
I see them televise my death
Oh, and here comes the part
Where I break down and cry.

People I see
Just remind me of mooing
Like a cow on the grass
And that’s not to say
That there’s anything wrong
With being a cow anyway
But people are people
With the added advantage
Of the spoken word
We’re getting on fine
But I feel more of a man
When I get with the herd.

 

[Balbi]

the beauty shop - monster

please hear me
and heed the words Ive said
before you sleep
look beneath the bed
if he's hiding
then you're as good as dead
but you won't find him
cause the monster's in your head

i know that feeling,
that words can't express
that im not knowing,
but i sympathise the best,
why waste your tears
why waste your breath
on the ears of hope
on the fears of the deaf

well it gives space for us to run
it gives chase when we retreat
we can fire our little guns
we can hide beneath the sheets
but god help us everyone
when we're buried in defeat
by all we ever want
by all we ever need

i know that lately
ive been so depressed
and under pressure
from the weight of success
well if you ask me
we just need a rest
and if you agree
then please be my guest

well it can tear our paper walls
leave them blowing in the breeze
it can scatter us away
like the rotten autumn leaves
we haveno where to hide
it can hear us when we breathe
we wear our honest face
but it's got a trick up its sleeve

what a tangled web we weave
we practise to decieve

 

[rollinder]

Thousands of people out there just gotta be O.K.
Thousands of people- I'm sure your'e all fantastic
Oh, we can sit in a bar and get drunk and act like a bigmouth
Oh, don't you know they only make pop records out of plastic?
Right now you got to get along, get along, get along, get along get along
Just like a Southern Mark Smith

Whooo, ooo, ooo, oooh - Yeah, like a Southern Mark Smith
Whooo, ooo, ooo, oooh - Southern Mark Smith

Thousands of people are queueing for a shuttle into space
And ther's a stupid mental picture of a happy nuclear family in a rocket
Oh, look- in California, everyone's got a swimming pool in their backyard
Well -Me and Max and Davey Jones-we think you ought to get out there and stop it

Hey, but you know what they tell you on the BBC
You know what they tell you and it's plain to see
You got to come out for lucky right songs
(? - tbh I don't hear that line at all)
Get on out there if you want to try it out for yourself
You gotto get on out at 1 o'clock and come try it out for yourself
You gotta walk & talk & think & be a girl just like a
Southern Mark Smith
Whooo, ooo, ooo, oooh - Just like a southern Mark Smith
Shout it out now!

Thousands of people are dying for a chance to be alone
And there are millions more who'd kill if they thought they'd make a friend
Oh, it's nonsense I know, but I have to find out where they could be living
You never know- They could be living in sin, They could be carrying shame Gotta find someone who can carry the blame
Find out what makes your heart sing
Because I found out already what makes my heart sing
If I find out nothing else
I'm gonna find out what makes your heart sing
'Coz I heard it was like a Southern Mark Smith
Like a Southern Mark Smith
Nothing but a Southern Mark Smith

 

[rollinder]

They took me to the battlefield
Saw the mushroom clouds
Said 'I can see the colours
Even when my head is bowed'
And they showed me the destruction
The slaughter a la carte
And isn't nature wonderful
But is this art?

They took me to the hospital
And pulled aside the sheet
Said 'Look at that pulsating.
Just listen to the beat'
And they showed me the incision
Then took away the heart
And isn't nature wonderful
But is this art?

They took me to the scientist,
Who opened up a phial
He said 'This is only chicken pox
And rhino bile'
And they showed me what it did to mice
They said 'This is just the start'
And isn't nature wonderful
But is this art?

They took me to the tenement
And kicked down the door
They said:'Have you seen the copulation,
Practised by the poor
We select the ones to breed
Then we reject the part'
And isn't nature wonderful
But is this art?

 

[tufty79]

If I'm so evil
Then why are you satisfied
If I'm so evil
Why are you satisfied?
I had a dream about your ghost
You're breathing down my neck
Baby it starts in the shower
By letting your ashes down the drain

You were telling me how
This ain't no Rodeo Town
I caught the gun
But you made me set it down
You were telling me how
This ain't no Rodeo Town
I caught the gun
But you made me set it down

If I'm so evil
Then why are you all satisfied?
If I'm so evil
Why are you satisfied?

When you left you said
I'm gonna keep an eye on you
Well I don't mind if you do
But you can't keep quiet

You were telling me how
This ain't no Rodeo Town
I caught the gun
But you made me set it down
You were telling me how
This ain't no Rodeo Town
I caught the gun
But you made me set it down

You were telling me how
This ain't no Rodeo Town
I caught the gun
But you made me set it down
You were telling me how
This ain't no Rodeo Town
I caught the gun
But you made me set it down

 

[tufty79]

Here's the ticket, what's the problem
Too many tickets is the problem, man
Here's the ticket, what's the problem
Too many problems is the ticket in my hand
Why don't you give it up, get it down
Spend half as much, kills you in half the time
Oh pull on the baby, red number make it hard to hear
Hard to see and hard to sit around
Nothing's gonna kiss you like the kiss that's gonna get to you
From waiting it out

Here's the ticket, what's the problem
Too many tickets is the problem, man
Here's the ticket, what's the problem
Too many problems is the ticket, man
Here's the ticket, what's the problem
Too many tickets is the problem, man
Here's the ticket, what's the problem
Too many problems is the ticket in my hand

Why don't you give it up, get it down
Spend half as much, kills you in half the time
Oh it's a little too easy to always be kind
But the longer it takes, the more you must find
Oh it's a little too easy to always be kind
But the longer it takes, the more you must find

Here's the ticket, what's the problem
Too many tickets is the problem, man
Here's the ticket, what's the problem
Too many problems is the ticket, man
Here's the ticket, what's the problem
Too many tickets is the problem, man
Here's the ticket, what's the problem
Too many problems is the ticket in my hand

*


Took a car to the part of the city
Where the city runs out of street lights
God knows, it's the way that it goes
That we're never gonna catch any daylight

My little sister's eyes so wide
They must have been the size of the city moon tonight
My little sister's eyes so wide
Must have been the size of the city

Did you get the real good ones
Did you get the good ones
Did you get the real good ones
Did you get the good ones

Did you got me the good ones
The real good ones, what you got
Take a water full, the water tastes good
I took the water and the water was hot

Once in a while, once in a while
You got to burn your lips, keep your feelings alive
Once in a while, once in a while
You got to burn down your house, keep your dreaming alive

So, did you get the real good ones
Did you get the good ones
Oh, did you get the real good ones
Did you get the good ones

Did you get the good ones
Did you get the good ones
Oh, did you get the real good ones
Did you get the good ones
Did you get the real good ones
Did you get me the good ones
Oh, did you get the real good ones
Did you get me the good ones

Did you get the real good ones
Did you get the good ones
Oh, did you get the real good ones
Did you get me the good ones

 

[rollinder]

must stop hitting repeat or I'll be here all night

We've got photographs of men on the moon
We've got water that is good for us
We've got coffee that's instantaneous
We've got buildings that are very tall
We've got cigarettes that are low in tar
We've got policemen can tell us who we are
We can reproduce a work of art
We've got missiles can tear the world apart
Good, good, good, good, good, good technology

We've got trains that run underground
Aeroplanes that fly very fast
We've got music that is popular
We've got machines that sound like orchestras
We've got ability to transplant a heart
We've got freezers full of body parts
We've got computers that can find us friends
We know roughly when the world will end
Good, good, good, good, good, good technology

We've got animals with transistors in
We've got pills that can make you slim
We've got factories turning frozen chickens out
We've got ovens that cook in seconds flat
We've got plastics that are indestructible
We've got deodorants that make us smell of flowers
We've got detergents to clean up the sea
We've got sounds can turn you inside out

Sometimes I wonder what it is all about
There's lots of leisure time to sit and work it out
There's a TV show I've got to see
Good, good, good, good, good, good technology
Good technology

 

[rollinder]

If you can play on the fiddle
How's about a British jig and reel?
Speaking King's English in quotation
As railhead towns feel the steel mills rust water froze
In the generation
Clear as winter ice
This is your paradise

There ain't no need for ya
Go straight to hell boys

Y'wanna join in a chorus
Of the Amerasian blues?
When it's Christmas out in Ho Chi Minh City
Kiddie say papa papa papa papa-san take me home
See me got photo photo
Photograph of you
Mamma Mamma Mamma-san
Of you and Mamma Mamma Mamma-san
Lemme tell ya 'bout your blood bamboo kid.
It ain't Coca-Cola it's rice.

Straight to hell
Oh Papa-san
Please take me home
Oh Papa-san
Everybody they wanna go home
So Mamma-san says

You wanna play mind-crazed banjo
On the druggy-drag ragtime U.S.A.?
In Parkland International
Hah! Junkiedom U.S.A.
Where procaine proves the purest rock man groove
and rat poison
The volatile Molatov says-

PSSST...
HEY CHICO WE GOT A MESSAGE FOR YA...
VAMOS VAMOS MUCHACHO
FROM ALPHABET CITY ALL THE WAY A TO Z, DEAD, HEAD

Go straight to hell

Can you really cough it up loud and strong
The immigrants
They wanna sing all night long
It could be anywhere
Most likely could be any frontier
Any hemisphere
No man's land and there ain't no asylum here
King Solomon he never lived round here

Go straight to hell boys

 

[Johnny Canuck3]

got the key to the highway,
Billed out and bound to go.
I’m gonna leave here running;
Walking is most too slow.

I’m going back to the border
Woman, where I’m better known.
You know you haven’t done nothing,
Drove a good man away from home.

Live verse: when the moon peeks over the mountains
I’ll be on my way.
I’m gonna roam this old highway
Until the break of day.

Oh give me one, one more kiss mama
Just before I go,
’cause when I leave this time you know i,
I won’t be back no more.

 

[Tank Girl]

Lord these words I beg of you
As I kneel down at my bed
Because soon I will be dead
Let’s face it soon I will be dead
And I just want to
I want to see the boy happy
With some hope in his pale eyes
Is that too much to ask?
Before I die
I have one final dream
For my own life I don’t care anything

Lord these words I beg of you
As I kneel down at my bed
Let’s face it soon I will be dead
And I just want to
I want to see the boy happy
With his arms around his first love
Is that too much to ask?
Before I die
I have one final dream
For my own life I don’t care anything
And I just want to
I want to see this boy happy
Why is this such a bad thing?

 

[tufty79]

Do you remember my sister? How many mistakes did she make with those never blinking eyes? I couldn't work it out. I swear she could read your mind, your life, the depths of your soul at one glance. Maybe she was stripping herself away, saying

Here I am, this is me

I am yours and everything about me, everything you see...

If only you look hard enough

I never could.

Our life was a pillow-fight. We'd stand there on the quilt, our hands clenched ready. Her with her milky teeth, so late for her age, and a Stanley knife in her hand. She sliced the tyres on my bike and I couldn't forgive her.

She went blind at the age of five. We'd stand at the bedroom window and she'd get me to tell her what I saw. I'd describe the houses opposite, the little patch of grass next to the path, the gate with its rotten hinges forever wedged open that Dad was always going to fix. She'd stand there quiet for a moment. I thought she was trying to develop the images in her own head. Then she'd say:

I can see little twinkly stars,

like Christmas tree lights in faraway windows.

Rings of brightly coloured rocks

floating around orange and mustard planets.

I can see huge tiger striped fishes

chasing tiny blue and yellow dashes,

all tails and fins and bubbles.

I'd look at the grey house opposite, and close the curtains.

She burned down the house when she was ten. I was away camping with the scouts. The fireman said she'd been smoking in bed - the old story, I thought. The cat and our mum died in the flames, so Dad took us to stay with our Aunt in the country. He went back to London to find us a new house. We never saw him again.

On her thirteenth birthday she fell down the well in our Aunt's garden and broke her head. She'd been drinking heavily. On her recovery her sight returned, a fluke of nature everyone said. That's when she said she'd never blink again. I would tell her when she started at me, with her eyes wide and watery, that they reminded me of the well she fell into. She liked this, it made her laugh.

She moved in with a gym teacher when she was fifteen, all muscles he was. He lost his job when it all came out, and couldn't get another one. Not in that kind of small town. Everybody knew everyone else's business. My sister would hold her head high, though. She said she was in love. They were together for five years until one day he lost his temper. He hit her over the back of the neck with his bullworker. She lost the use of the right side of her body. He got three years and was out in fifteen months. We saw him a while later, he was coaching a non-league football team in a Cornwall seaside town. I don't think he recognised her. My sister had put on a lot of weight from being in a chair all the time. She'd get me to stick pins and stub out cigarettes in her right hand. She'd laugh like mad because it didn't hurt. Her left hand was pretty good though. We'd have arm wrestling matches, I'd have to use both arms and she'd still beat me.

We buried her when she was 32. Me and my Aunt, the vicar, and the man who dug the hole. She said she didn't want to be cremated and wanted a cheap coffin so the worms could get to her quickly. She said she liked the idea of it, though I thought it was because of what happened to the cat and our mum

 

[MightyAphrodite]

Im gonna fight em off
A seven nation army couldnt hold me back
Theyre gonna rip it off
Taking their time right behind my back
And Im talking to myself at night
Because I cant forget
Back and forth through my mind
Behind a cigarette
And the message coming from my eyes
Says leave it alone

Dont want to hear about it
Every single ones got a story to tell
Everyone knows about it
From the queen of england to the hounds of hell
And if I catch it coming back my way
Im gonna serve it to you
And that aint what you want to hear,
But thats what Ill do
And the feeling coming from my bones
Says find a home

Im going to wichita
Far from this opera for evermore
Im gonna work the straw
Make the sweat drip out of every pore
And Im bleeding, and Im bleeding, and Im bleeding
Right before the lord
All the words are gonna bleed from me
And I will think no more
And the stains coming from my blood
Tell me go back home

 

[dilute micro]

I wanted you to know I love the way you laugh
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain away
I keep your photograph, I know it serves me well

 

[ivebeenhigh]

for some reason this has been in my head all morning

Im really close tonight
And I feel like Im moving inside her
Lying in the dark
And I think that Im beginning to know her
Let it go
Ill be there when you call

And whenever I fall at your feet
You let your tears rain down on me
Whenever I touch your slow turning pain

Youre hiding from me now
Theres something in the way that youre talking
Words dont sound right
But I hear them all moving inside you, go
Ill be waiting when you call

Hey and whenever I fall at your feet
Wont you let your tears rain down on me
Whenever I touch your slow turning pain

The finger of blame has turned upon itself
And Im more than willing to offer myself
Do you want my presence or need my help
Who knows where that might lead

I fall

Whenever I fall at your feet
Would you let your tears rain down on me
Whenever I fall, ever I fall