What lyrics are you listening to now?

[tufty79]

We move like cagey tigers
We couldn't get closer than this
The way we walk
The way we talk
The way we stalk
The way we kiss

We slip through the streets
While everyone sleeps
Getting bigger and sleeker
And wider and brighter
We bite and scratch and scream all night
Let's go and
Throw all the songs we know

Into the sea
You and me
All these years and no one heard
I'll show you in spring
It's a treacherous thing
We missed you hissed the lovecats

(Ba ba-da...da da da da da...)

We're so wonderfully wonderfully wonderfully
Wonderfully pretty
Oh you know that I'd do anything for you
We should have each other to tea huh?
We should have each other with cream
Then curl up by the fire
And sleep for awhile
It's the grooviest thing
It's the perfect dream

Hand in hand
Is the only way to land
And always the right way round
Not broken in pieces
Like hated little meeces
How could we miss
Someone as dumb as this

I love you ... let's go
Oh ... solid gone ...
How could we miss someone as dumb
As this?

(sorry, i'm getting cat love tonight )

 

[rollinder]

oh god just remembered heard a reaklly filthy/flirty french but I don't think they were really french in an Allo Allo Evette in a maids uniform and Michelle from the resistance sort of way cover of this last night on Rob Da Bank - they were called the lovers i think iirc.

 

[futha]

acoustic version I have of See The Bright Lights Tonight..

great song! im not a massive traditional folk fan, find a lot of it dated and tiresome but some of it is like nothing else. the three martins and john tames and stuff like that i love. glad i was brought up on it

'meet me at the station dont be late'

 

[rollinder]

There's many a strange impulse out on the plains of West Texas;
There's many a young boy who feels things he don't comprehend.
Well small town don't like it when somebody falls between sexes,
No, small town don't like it when a cowboy has feelings for men.

Well I believe in my soul that inside every man there's a feminine,
And inside every lady there's a deep manly voice loud and clear.
Well, a cowboy may brag about things that he does with his women,
But the ones who brag loudest are the ones that are most likely queer.

Cowboys are frequently secretly fond of each other
What did you think those saddles and boots was about?
There's many a cowboy who don't understand the way that he feels towards his brother,
Inside every cowboy there's a lady who'd love to slip out.

Ten men for each woman was the rule way back when on the prairie,
And somehow those cowboys must have kept themselves warm late at night.
Cowboys are famous for getting riled up about fairies,
But I'll tell you the reason a big strong man gets so uptight:

Cowboys are frequently secretly fond of each other
That's why they wear leather, and Levi's and belts buckled tight.
There's many a cowboy who don't understand the way that he feels towards his brother;
There's many a cowboy who's more like a lady at night.

Well there's always somebody who says what the others just whisper,
And mostly that someone's the first one to get shot down dead:
When you talk to a cowboy don't treat him like he was a sister
Don't mess with the lady that's sleepin' in each cowboy's head.

Cowboys are frequently secretly fond of each other
Even though they take speed and drive pickups and shoot their big guns;
There's many a cowboy who don't understand the way that he feels towards his brother;
There's many a cowboy who keeps quiet about things he's done.

 

[Dubversion]

oh god just remembered heard a reaklly filthy/flirty french but I don't think they were really french in an Allo Allo Evette in a maids uniform and Michelle from the resistance sort of way cover of this last night on Rob Da Bank - they were called the lovers i think iirc.

saw them on Saturday and they were a bit shit, to be honest. They were trading - as you say - on a really hackneyed French naughtiness but couldn't really sing, and lacked charisma...

The Hot Rocket Trio do it MUCH better

 

[Dubversion]

There's many a strange impulse out on the plains of West Texas;
....

good old willie

 

[Vixiha]

Some think a fancy funeral will be worth every cent
But every dime or nickel is money better spent
Better spent on groceries or covering the bills
Instead of little luxuries and unnecessary frills

Lovely yellow daffodils and lacy pillow fringe
Pretty little angels for everyone to see
Lily of the valley and long black limousines
It's three or four months' salaries just to pay for all those things

So don't buy a fancy funeral, it's not worth it in the end
Goodbyes can still be beautiful without the money that you spend
There's no amount of riches that will bring back what you've lost
To satisfy your wishes, no way to justify the cost

 

[rollinder]

Her world collapsed early Sunday morning
She got up from the kitchen table
Folded the newspaper and silenced the radio
Those creatures jumped the barricades
And have headed for the sea, sea

Those creatures jumped the barricades
And have headed for the sea
She began to breathe
To breathe at the thought of such freedom
Stood and whispered to her child: belong
She held the child and whispered
With calm, calm: belong

Stood and whispered to her child; belong
She held the child and whispered
With calm, calm: belong

These barricades can only hold for so long
Her world collapsed early Sunday morning
She took the child held tight
Opened the window
A breath, this song, how long
And knew, knew: belong

it's just come on here - am just about to melt into a puddle of tears

 

[rollinder]

Dear Robin
Hope you dont mind me writing, its just that theres more than one thing I
need to ask you. If youre so anti-fashion, why not wear flares, instead of
dressing down all the same. Its just that looking like that I can express
my dissatisfaction.

Dear Robin
Let me explain, though youd never see in a million years. Keep quoting
Cabaret, Berlin, Burroughs, J.G. Ballard, Duchamp, Beauvoir, Kerouac,
Kierkegaard, Michael Rennie. I dont believe you really like Frank Sinatra.

Dear Robin
Youre always so happy, how the hell do you get your inspiration? Youre
like a dumb patriot. If youre supposed to be so angry, why dont you fight
and let me benefit from your right? Dont you know the only way to change
things is to shoot men who arrange things, Dear Robin
I would explain but youd never see in a million years. Well, youve made
your rules, but we dont know that game, perhaps Id listen to your records
but your logics far too lame and Id only waste three valuable minutes of
my life with your insincerity.

You see Robin, Im just searching for the young soul rebels, and I cant
find them anywhere. Where have you hidden them?

Maybe you should welcome the new soul vision.

 

[rollinder]

Is it a kind of dream,
Floating out on the tide,
Following the river of death downstream?
Oh, is it a dream?

There's a fog along the horizon,
A strange glow in the sky.
And nobody seems to know where you go.
And what does it mean?
Oh, is it a dream?

Bright eyes,
Burning like fire.
Bright eyes,
How can you close and fail?

How can the light that burned so brightly
Suddenly burn so pale?
Bright eyes.

Is it a kind of shadow,
Reaching into the night,
Wandering over the hills unseen?
Or is it a dream?

There's a high wind in the trees,
A cold sound in the air.
And nobody ever knows when you go.
And where do you start,
Oh, into the dark?

 

[Reno]

Four letter word just to get me along
It's a difficulty and i'm biting on my tongue and I
I keep stalling, keeping me together
People around gotta find something to say now

Holding back, everyday the same
Don't wanna be a loner
Listen to me, oh no
I never say anything at all
But with nothing to consider they forget my name
(ame, ame, ame)

They call me 'hell'
They call me 'Stacey'
They call me 'her'
They call me 'Jane'
That's not my name
That's not my name
That's not my name
That's not my name

They call me 'quiet girl'
But i'm a riot
Maybe 'Joleisa'
Always the same
That's not my name
That's not my name
That's not my name
That's not my name

I miss the catch if they through me the ball
I'm the last kid standing up against the wall
Keep up, falling, these heels they keep me boring
Getting glammed up and sitting on the fence now

So alone all the time at night
Lock myself away
Listen to me, i'm not
Although i'm dressed up, out and all with
Everything considered they forget my name
(ame, ame, ame)

They call me 'hell'
They call me 'Stacey'
They call me 'her'
They call me 'Jane'
That's not my name
That's not my name
That's not my name
That's not my name

They call me 'quiet girl'
But i'm a riot
Maybe 'Joleisa'
Always the same
That's not my name
That's not my name
That's not my name
That's not my name

Are you calling me darling?
Are you calling me bird?
Are you calling me darling?
Are you calling me bird?

 

[rollinder]

Sleep on pillows made in Singapore
Wrapped in comforters
Sweating through sheets
Against Drinking coffee in the morning
Floating on Airplanes across the vast seas

And your house is made of wood
Central air, central heat
Turn You got your furniture of particle board
Your doors are locked for, for safety

And you walk in leather shoes
Pants of denim, a black cotton sweatshirt
Clapping And you do what you do
because doing can start to form a habit

And you drink all night long
And you sleep through the morning
Into And if something doesn't break
I'm just gonna go, go fucking insane

And you sweep up the floor when it's dirty
You do the dishes, when the sink's full
And when the refrigerator's empty
well it's time, it's time, it's time, it's time to go the store

You put your books on a shelf
Clothes arranged in the closet
You hang the things on the wall that you don't wanna be so easily forgotten

I hate these songs
I hate the words
That the singer is singing to me
Lyrics I hate this melody
I hate this stupid fucking drum beat

But I'm not gonna tell anyone
What I'm really thinking about
Keep them conversations on the surface
Just keep on smiling
Just keep on saying
Everything's gonna be alright
It's gonna be alright [x2]
Alright [x11]

 

[foo]

so loneleh

so loneleh

or so loneleh

that cunt Sting's on the radio

 

[secretsquirrel]

Since reading the thread in TV, the fucking theme tune from fucking Fraggle Rock. Playing in my head. On repeat. Constantly.

All together now...

'Dance your cares away, Worry's for another day. Let the music play, Down at Fraggle Rock....'

AARRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

 

[tufty79]

secret squirrel - sing the "mnah mnah" muppets song. it'll chase fraggle rock away no problem



the cribs - our bovine public

D'you think I'd have to choose?
D'you think I'd wear brown shoes?
D'you think that I'd ever have to read about this in the news?
You're gonna have a go?
Well I don't want to know
I just thought that I should try and say hello

To those who'd never exist
without being generic
You'll have to impress
Our bovine public
You'd never exist
if you wasn't generic
You'll have to impress
Our bovine public

I'll never forget how all this begun
And I will never regret a thing I have done
But you would never exist without us.

So maybe I do not have the time
Fair-weather friends of mine
A year's a long time to be doing nothing with your life
I heard you felt alert
Well I'm hoping that it hurt
You seem to spend too much time in groundwork to be ground into the dirt

By those who'd never exist
without being generic
You'll have to impress
Our bovine public
You'd never exist
if you wasn't generic
You'll have to impress
Our bovine public

I'll never forget how all this begun
And I will never regret a thing I have done
But you would never exist without us.

You say nothing
So you will always mean nothing to me
And if what you say means nothing
Then what you say will always mean nothing to me

D'you think I'd have the time
Fair-weather friends of mine
A year's a long time to be doing nothing with your life
I heard you felt alert
Well I'm hoping that it hurt
You seem to spend too much time in groundwork to be ground into the dirt

By those who'd never exist
without being generic
You'll have to impress
Our bovine public
You'd never exist
if you wasn't generic
You'll have to impress
Our bovine public

I'll never forget how all this begun
And I would never regret the one thing I've done
But you would never exist without us
So maybe I do

 

[secretsquirrel]

secret squirrel - sing the "mnah mnah" muppets song. it'll chase fraggle rock away no problem

ARGH! I HATE YOU! *runs screaming to the hills*

 

[rollinder]

that songs origannaly from a 'skin flick' - copyright Record Collector

 

[rollinder]

fuck them all

I blame the government
For making me this way
Bitter and twisted and crap
Bored psychopathic
At the end of the day
I blame the government for that
Poor education, and death on the roads
The writing that’s not on the wall
The war in The Balkans
The war in The Falklands
It’s not like The Waltons at all

I’m the judge and the jury
Prosecution and defence
I’m the wife, the friend
The twelve angry men
And I blame them

For the child that’s abandoned
The decline in standards
Cruelty to animals and yes,
There’s no enjoyment
In mass unemployment
Ulcers,starvation and death

Under achievers
Taken by the receivers
The school leavers left on the shelf
Robbery with violence
With torture and silence
Small print, the pop charts
And everything else

I’m the judge and the jury
Prosecution and defence
I’m the wife, the friend
The twelve angry men
And I blame them

If I had the wings of a sparrow
If I had the arse of a crow
I’d fly over Whitehall tomorrow
And **** on the bastards below
It’s ugly and crude and I’m sorry
I just want you to leave me alone
You’re selling us all down The Swannee
I’m tired and I want to go home

As we disappear into the distance
The sinking ship leaving the rats
For making me bitter and twisted
I blame the government for that

 

[rollinder]

me today

we were so happy
there wasn't anything we'd ever need
I worshipped the ground at your feet

I was so happy
you looked like you'd swallowed a sunset
and I was the happiest I've ever been

then I hear a bell
calling me awake
I don't want to go back but it's too late

don't let the cold in
can't you just let me get back to sleep?
don't let the cold in

don't try and reach me
I'm much better off keeping out of the way
where I'm far from the cold light of day

please don't disturb me
as long as I don't have to open my eyes
maybe then it will all go away

then I hear a bell
calling from afar
surely five minutes more can do no harm

don't let the cold in
can't you just let me get back to sleep?
don't let the cold in

don't let the cold in
can't you just let me get back to sleep?
don't let the cold in

 

[rollinder]

Well how do you do, Private William McBride
Do you mind if I sit here down by your grave side?
A rest for awhile in the warm summer sun,
I've been walking all day and I'm nearly done.
And I see by your gravestone that you were only 19
when you joined the glorious fallen in 1916.
Well, I hope you died quick and I hope you died clean
Or, William McBride, was it slow and obscene?

CHORUS:
Did they beat the drum slowly?
did they sound the pipes lowly?
Did the rifles fire o'er ye as they lowered you down?
Did the bugle sing 'The Last Post' in chorus?
Did the pipes play 'The Flowers o' the Forest'?

And did you leave a wife or a sweetheart behind?
In some loyal heart is your memory enshrined
And though you died back in 1916
To that loyal heart are you always 19.
Or are you just a stranger without even a name
Forever enclosed behind some glass-pane
In an old photograph torn and tattered and stained
And fading to yellow in a brown leather frame?

Well, the sun it shines down on these green fields of France,
The warm wind blows gently and the red poppies dance.
The trenches are vanished now under the plough
No gas, no barbed wire, no guns firing now.
But here in this graveyard it is still No Man's Land
And the countless white crosses in mute witness stand.
To man's blind indifference to his fellow man
And a whole generation that was butchered and downed.

And I can't help but wonder now Willie McBride
Do all those who lie here know why they died?
Did you really believe them when they told you the cause?
Did you really believe them that this war would end war?
The suffering, the sorrow, some the glory, the shame -
The killing and dying - it was all done in vain.
For Willie McBride, it's all happened again
And again, and again, and again, and again.

Did they beat the drum slowly?
did they sound the pipe lowly?
Did the rifles fire o'er ye as they lowered you down?
Did the bugle sing 'The Last Post' in chorus?
Did the pipes play 'The Flowers o' the Forest'?

 

[dada]

she's a maneater, make you work hard
make you spend hard
make you want all of her love
... whatever

 

[Rollem]

You know I love my baby
My baby loves me
My day, it gets so heavy
I need a little company
It's quarter to 11; it's time to make some ghetto heaven...

Ghetto heaven
I need a little ghetto heaven...

Nana likes brandy, especially peach
She keeps it by the radio
And listens to the Reverend preach
It's 10:07, and time to get some ghetto heaven...

Ghetto heaven
It's time to get some ghetto heaven
Ghetto heaven
She needs a little ghetto heaven...

Baby, baby, baby
All I need in this world is you
And when you're gone
Baby, baby, baby
Your touch, your kiss always gets me through

Sister needs her sugar
To get her through the day
She doesn't have the money
But always got a way to pay
It's 2:07; it's time to sell some ghetto heaven...

Ghetto heaven
It's time to sell some ghetto heaven
Ghetto heaven
She needs a little ghetto heaven...

You know I love my baby
My baby loves me
My day, it gets so heavy
I need a little company
It's quarter to 11; I need a little ghetto heaven...
Ghetto heaven
My baby needs some ghetto heaven
Ghetto heaven
I need a little ghetto heaven
Ghetto heaven

 

[Johnny Canuck3]

 

[Dhimmi]

I rode my bicycle past your window last night
I roller skated to your door at daylight
It almost seems like you're avoiding me
I'm okay alone, but you got something I need

Well, I got a brand new pair of roller skates
You got a brand new key
I think that we should get together and try them out you see
I been looking around awhile
You got something for me
Oh! I got a brand new pair of roller skates
You got a brand new key

I ride my bike, I roller skate, don't drive no car
Don't go too fast, but I go pretty far
For somebody who don't drive
I been all around the world
Some people say, I done all right for a girl

Well, I got a brand new pair of roller skates
You got a brand new key
I think that we should get together and try them out you see
I been looking around awhile
You got something for me
Oh! I got a brand new pair of roller skates
You got a brand new key

I asked your mother if you were at home
She said, yes .. but you weren't alone
Oh, sometimes I think that you're avoiding me
I'm okay alone, but you've got something I need

Well, I got a brand new pair of roller skates
You got a brand new key
I think that we should get together and try them out to see
La la la la la la la la, la la la la la la
Oh! I got a brand new pair of roller skates
You got a brand new key

 

[Donna Ferentes]

You may be an ambassador to England or France,
You may like to gamble, you might like to dance,
You may be the heavyweight champion of the world,
You may be a socialite with a long string of pearls

But you're gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You're gonna have to serve somebody,
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody.

You might be a rock 'n' roll addict prancing on the stage,
You might have drugs at your command, women in a cage,
You may be a business man or some high degree thief,
They may call you Doctor or they may call you Chief

But you're gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You're gonna have to serve somebody,
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody.

You may be a state trooper, you might be a young Turk,
You may be the head of some big TV network,
You may be rich or poor, you may be blind or lame,
You may be living in another country under another name

But you're gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You're gonna have to serve somebody,
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody.

You may be a construction worker working on a home,
You may be living in a mansion or you might live in a dome,
You might own guns and you might even own tanks,
You might be somebody's landlord, you might even own banks

But you're gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You're gonna have to serve somebody,
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody.

You may be a preacher with your spiritual pride,
You may be a city councilman taking bribes on the side,
You may be workin' in a barbershop, you may know how to cut hair,
You may be somebody's mistress, may be somebody's heir

But you're gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You're gonna have to serve somebody,
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody.

Might like to wear cotton, might like to wear silk,
Might like to drink whiskey, might like to drink milk,
You might like to eat caviar, you might like to eat bread,
You may be sleeping on the floor, sleeping in a king-sized bed

But you're gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You're gonna have to serve somebody,
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody.

You may call me Terry, you may call me Timmy,
You may call me Bobby, you may call me Zimmy,
You may call me R.J., you may call me Ray,
You may call me anything but no matter what you say

You're gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You're gonna have to serve somebody.
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody.

 

[rollinder]

ain't got no home, ain't got no shoes
Ain't got no money, Ain't got no clothes
Ain't got no perfume, Ain't got no skirts
Ain't got no sweaters, Ain't got no smokes
Ain't got no god.

Ain't got no father, Ain't got no mother
Ain't got no sisters, i've got one brother
Ain't got no land, Ain't got no country
Ain't got no freedom, Ain't got no god,
Ain't got no mind,

Ain't got no earth, Ain't got no students
Ain't got no father, Ain't got no mother
Ain't got no sweets, Ain't got no ticket
Ain't got no token, Ain't got no mind
Ain't got no land.

But there is something i've got,
there is something i've got,
there is something i've got,
nobody can take it away...

Got my hair on my head
Got my brains, Got my ears
Got my eyes, Got my nose
Got my mouth, I got my smile
I got my tongue, Got my chin
Got my neck, Got my boobies
Got my heart, Got my soul
Got my back, I got my sex

I got my arms, my hands, my fingers,
my legs, my feet, my toes,
and my liver, got my blood..

I got life, i've got life's, i've got headaches,
and toothaches and bad times too like you ...

Got my hair on my head
Got my brains, Got my ears
Got my eyes, Got my nose
Got my mouth, I got my smile
I got my tongue, Got my chin
Got my neck, Got my boobies
Got my heart, Got my soul
Got my back, I got my sex

I got my arms, my hands, my fingers,
my legs, my feet, my toes,
and my liver, got my blood..

I got life, and i'm going to keep it
as long as i want it, I got life...

 

[rollinder]

Lucifer Sam, siam cat.
Always sitting by your side
Always by your side.
That cat's something I can't explain.
Ginger, ginger, Jennifer Gentle you're a witch.
You're the left side
He's the right side.
Oh, no!
That cat's something I can't explain.
Lucifer go to sea.
Be a hip cat, be a ship's cat.
Somewhere, anywhere.
That cat's something I can't explain.
At night prowling sifting sand.
Hiding around on the ground.
He'll be found when you're around.
That cat's something I can't explain.

 

[tufty79]

oh so all my lovin' goes
under the fog fog fog
and i will leave them all
well i'm just a poor little baby
cause well i believe them all

oh so while your growing old
under the gun gun gun
and i believe them all
well i'm just one poor baby
cause well i believe them all

i wish i could buy back
the woman you stole

Y-control, Y-control
you walk, walk, walk, walk, walk my winners
out of control, out of control
you walk, walk, walk, walk, walk my winners
out of control, high control
you walk, walk, walk, walk, walk my winners
out of control, out of control
you walk, walk, walk, walk, walk my winners out

oh so all my lovin' goes
under the fog fog fog
and i believe them all
well i'm just a poor little baby
cause well i believe them all

 

[foo]

you're more than fair, you've got a gorgeous bum
why don't you come to my house and meet my mum

i like your titties, they're nice and small
let me have a squeeze in my front hall

satin drawers i want to run a hand in
i want to snap them off you as we reach the landing

a tender moment, don't let nothing spoil it
i shall caress your clitoris as we reach the toilet

you're more than fair, you're warm and soft
remove the trousers as we reach the loft

to taste the pudding, you've got to try the proof
you can try the pudding on the roof
the roof's the only place i know.

 

[rollinder]

Yeah, said it’s all right
I won’t forget
All the times I’ve waited patiently for you
And you’ll do just what you choose to do
And I will be alone again tonight my dear

Verse 2:
Yeah, I heard a funny thing
Somebody said to me
You know that I could be in love with almost everyone
I think that people are
The greatest fun
And I will be alone again tonight my dear