The Lyrics Thread-Part IV

Bruno, you like CocoRosie? SWEET!!!

LEFTOVER CRACK LYRICS

“Clear Channel (Fu*k Off)”

[Spoken intro:]
For your listening pleasure, Fu*k World Trade!

Scabies and metal heads,
born in the gutter, and chained to the radiator of a squat basement for 16 years
We are proud to announce the triumphant return, the thunderous cacophony,
the CRACK ROCK STEADY BEAT!
As the same bitches that brought you the tower tumbling, Mediocre Generica, on 9-11-01
As the same mother fu*kers that united the Gay Rudies,
Rock crack city!
And sainted the Columbine kids,…we are pleased to present…

FROM ALL THE WAY IN THE BACK OF THE FOOD STAMP LINE!
AND STRAIGHT OUTTA MOTHERFU*KING REHAB!
IT’S THE GOOD, THE BAD,
AND THE LEFTOVER CRACK!!..
[End of intro]

The Sovereign Insincerity The monopoly of greed
Nickelback, POD, Rancid, Britany and Creed
The Bureaucrats they leech upon to mediocre trends
Your song in heavy rotation from the cash your label spends
From the products you promote for the ones who foot the bill
A Prefabricated goose-step for the pockets that you fill
The monotony of censored products shine in the display
The same old song of compromise went platinum today.

From town to town and state to state
The same old song you love to hate
The same sht stacked upon your plate
rotate again and syndicate
We’ve been waiting far too long
too change the band, too change the song
through every day and dusk and dawn
We’ve been brain-washed to sing along
No difference between the hot new single
and the Pepsi ads commercial jingle
The beauty’s withered faded crinkle
Just sip the coke and pop the pringle
The boardroom is the dragons lair
They play us sh
t 'cuz they don’t care
The clearest channel plays unfair
and we all want you off the air
Overdose on shoddy culture; mediocre trends
Auto-Tune the bottom line as a mean to meet the ends
Merging corporate empires create the ill conglomerations
and buy up to reprogram major market radio stations

Fabricate one single voice broadcast from sea to sea
What once held notions of change and choice
is now being controlled fully
Deregulations raised the edge of expolitations bar
Politics replaced by “bling” and clothes and fancy cars
Trapped imaginations from the video’s blinding light
Bombarded with monotony that captivates the sight

The channel we’ve been tuned to is all frigid, blank and clear
Told what to eat and drink and buy and whom to hate and fear
Poisoned by the fairy-tale, A capitalistic dream
Go to sleep, You’re free and brave, and on the winning team

No way to die!!! [3x]

[Spoken outro:]
We figured out a long time ago that it’s much easier to control people
when we’re all watching the same T.V. shows,
Listening to the same radio stations, going to the same movies,
looking at the same billboards, eating the same food,
And speaking the same language…

Daniel, I like anything “New Weird America” related.

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Ratamahatta
Sepultura, in Roots [Alt/Xavante+Metal/Thrash]

{Song starts with a fragment of Xavante healing song.}

(Carlinhos Brown) Biboca, garagem, favela.
Sh✱thole, garage, slumtown.
(Max Cavalera) Biboca, garagem, favela!

color=#666666[/color] Fubanga, maloca, bocada.
Humbug, hole or hut, drug–dealing hideout.
color=#666666[/color] Fubanga, maloca, bocada!

color=#666666[/color] Maloca, bocada, fubanga.
color=#666666[/color] Maloca, bocada, fubanga!

color=#666666[/color] Favela, garagem, biboca.
color=#666666[/color] Favela, garagem, biboca!

color=#666666[/color] Zé do Caixão, Zumbi, Lampião.
The three are national heroes and historical marginals of Brazil.
color=#666666[/color] Zé do Caixão, Zumbi, Lampião!

color=#666666[/color] Zé do Caixão, Zumbi, Lampião.
color=#666666[/color] Zé do Caixão, Zumbi, Lampião!

Hello, uptown!
Hello, downtown!
Hello, midtown!
Hello, trenchtown!

Ratamahatta, mahatta, hatamahatta, mahatta, hatamahatta!— i[/i]

Hello, uptown!
Hello, downtown!
Hello, midtown!
Hello, trenchtown!

~ * ~

/me headbangs and makes the horns with the hand

One of the best songs of all times. Listen to it, or watch the video clip on YouTube.

Eleka nahmun nahmun
Ah tum ah tum
Eleka nahmun

Morning has broken
Song lyrics by Eleanor Farjeon
Sung by Cat Stevens

Morning has broken, like the first morning
Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning
Praise for the springing fresh from the word

Sweet the rain’s new fall, sunlit from heaven
Like the first dewfall, on the first grass
Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden
Sprung in completeness where his feet pass

Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning
Born of the one light, Eden saw play
Praise with elation, praise every morning
God’s recreation of the new day

don’t know why, have this song in my head occasionally :content: - today as well, that’s why I decided to search the lyrics

The Gash
The Flaming Lips, in Soft Bulletin [Alt/Avant Rock+Indie]

Is that gash in your leg
Really why you have stopped?
'Cause I’ve noticed all the others
Though they’re gashed, they’re still going
'Cause I feel like the real reason
That you’re quitting, that you’re admitting
That you’ve lost all the will to battle on

Will the fight for our sanity
Be the fight of our lives?
Now that we’ve lost all the reasons
That we thought that we had

Still the battle that we’re in
Rages on till the end
With explosions, wounds are open
Sights and smells, eyes and noses
But the thought that went unspoken
Was understanding that you’re broken
Still the last volunteer battles on

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youtube.com/watch?v=y2u07zDps00

Man, that’s a really good album. I think my favorite from that one is “What is the Light?”

Went to a Led Zeppelin tribute band last night. It was actually pretty good. “Led Zepplica”, hehehe.

“That’s the Way” was the best one they played I think. Of course Stairway was great, but Stairway is overplayed, so just giving some diversity, hehehe.

I don’t know how I’m gonna tell you
I can’t play with you no more
I don’t know how I’m gonna do what mama told me
My friend, the boy next door

I can’t believe what people saying
Gonna let your hair hang down
I’m satisfied to sit here working all day lo-o-o-ong
You’re in the darker side of town

And when I’m out I see you walking
Why don’t your eyes see me
Could it be you’ve found another game to play
What did mama say to me

That’s the way
Oh, that’s the way it ought to be, ahh-ohh, ohh-ahh, ahh-ahh, ohh-ohh, dont you know
Mama said, ohh, mama said
That’s the way it ought to stay, ohh-hoh

And yesterday I saw you standing by the river
And weren’t those tears that filled your eyes
And all the fish that lay in dirty water dying
Had they got you hypnotized

And yesterday I saw you kissing tiny flowers
But all that lives is born to die
And so I say to you that nothing really matterrs
And all you do is stand and cry

I don’t know what to say about it
When all your ears have turned away
But now’s the time to look and look again at what you see, ohhh
Is that the way it ought to stay

That’s the way
Ohh, that’s the way it oughta be, oh-hoh, oh-hoh, oh-hoh, oh-hoh, oh-hoh, no-no-no
Oh, dont you know now
Mama said, oh, mama said that’s the way it’s gonna stay, oh-hoh, oh-hoh, ohhh

Delicious album. Long live The Lips, man.

I love these lyrics mainly because they’re so simple and basic, yet sound sooo good and fit in perfectly with the flow and theme of the song. Check it out, awesome stuff.

Panda Bear - Comfy In Nautica

Try to tell me how to do it
Only because I’m new to it
Coolness is having courage
Courage to do what’s right
I’ll try to remember always
Just to have a good time

Try to show me that you know me
Do you know what coolness really is
Winning is what you want to
Winning what you’re scared to go for
You try to remember always
Always to have a good time
Good time…

Try and have a softer inside
Shut up boy and be a soldier
Coolness is having courage
Courage to do what’s right
Try to remember always
Just to have a good time
Winning is what you want to
Winning what you’re scared to go for
Try to remember always
Always to have a good time
Good time…

yess panda is awsome, my favorite is the carrots part of good girl/carrots…about 4 and a half minutes in…

Who Could Win A Rabbit - Animal Collective

Hungry Bread and Butter Hustle
You’ve been doing it a while
it is only fair
Where’s your relaxation?
Where’s the time required for your health
Been hating on my new perspective.
Been Hurrying along no meal is ever done
you could win a Rabbit
you could have a rabbit or
if the fast Child is gonna have a dead hand
We can get him started YEAH
Bad mind lets me put on good habbits
been working to put on good habbits
some times I can’t find my good habbits.
Do Do Do Do Do
ah
Spanish Bands Use all the echo
Persian Kitties better stay out of the train
Glad you brought your food on
Eat it like it’s gonna get away
this coffee sure is getting colder
the seats are getting fewer
space is losing place
you could win a rabbit
you could blow an island through the rib
Rabbit or a Habbit?
Habbit or a Rib?

Animal Collective is probably my favorite band at the moment, besides all the psytrance and goa that I’m into. To me, they represent this awesome new front of revolutionary sound and performance as far as modern experimental music is concerned, especially with all of the newer live stuff that they’ve been playing.

The sounds and melodies that they produce are like nothing I’ve ever heard before. And it’s so darn good.

Smooth Operator b[/b]
Sade [R&B+Jazz]

He’s laughing with another girl, playing with another heart
Placing high stakes, making hearts ache, he’s loved in seven languages
Jewel box life diamond nights and ruby lights high in the sky
Heaven help him when he falls

Diamond life, lover boy
He move in space with minimum waste and maximum joy
City lights and business nights
When you require streetcar desire for higher heights

No place for beginners or sensitive hearts
When sentiment is left to chance
No place to be ending but somewhere to start

No need to ask, he’s a
Smooth operator, smooth operator
Smooth operator, smooth operator

Coast to coast, LA to Chicago, western male
Across the north and south to Key Largo, love for sale

Face to face, each classic case
We shadow box and double cross
Yet need the chase

A license to love, insurance to hold
Melt all your memories, change into gold
His eyes are like angels but his heart is cold

No need to ask, he’s a
Smooth operator, smooth operator
Smooth operator, smooth operator
Smooth operator, smooth operator
Smooth operator, smooth operator
Smooth operator, smooth operator

~ * ~

This one is for Moogle! :touched:

Remy Zero - Save Me

[b]Kinks - This Time Tomorrow Lyrics

This time tomorrow where will we be
On a spaceship somewhere sailing across an empty sea
This time tomorrow what will we know
Well we still be here watching an in-flight movie show
I’ll leave the sun behind me and watch the clouds as they sadly pass me by
Seven miles below ma I can see the world and it ain’t so big at all
This time tomorrow what will we see
Field full of houses, endless rows of crowded streets
I don’t where I’m going, I don’t want to see
I feel the world below me looking up at me
Leave the sun behind me, and watch the clouds as they sadly pass me by
And I’m in perpetual motion and the world below doesn’t matter much to me
This time tomorrow where will we be
On a spaceship somewhere sailing across any empty sea
This time tomorrow, this time tomorrow[/b]

something about these lyrics…

it was a song used in The Darjeeling Limited (go figure)

i think it’s a really optimistic thing to say

“this time tomorrow, where will we be?”

for all we know, we could be anywhere.

Sometimes that just makes me smile.

You Ain’t Going Nowhere by Bob Dylan. I love that line, “Tomorrow’s the day my bride’s gonna come”, so optimistic and happy. When he came to Vancouver last October, it was the second time I saw him, and he played it! I couldn’t understand what the hell he was saying, but damn was it a good show! This was also covered nicely on the Byrd’s Sweetheart of the Rodeo album, a wonderful gateway to country-rock music. I scoffed as well when I first heard it, but hey, I’ve heard it 40 times and I love it. A very summerie type album.

Ride so swift, rain won’t lift
Gate won’t close, railings froze
Get your mind off wintertime
You aint going nowhere.

Ooh, whee, ride me high
Tomorrow’s the day my bride’s gonna come
Oh, no, are we gonna fly
Down in the easy chair.

Buy me a flute and a gun that shoots
Tailgates and substitutes
Strap yourself to a tree with roots
You aint going nowhere.

Ooh, whee, ride me high
Tomorrow’s the day my bride’s gonna come
Oh, no, are we gonna fly
Down in the easy chair.

I don’t care how many letters they sent
Morning came and morning went
Pack up your money, pick up your tent
You aint going nowhere.

Ooh, whee, ride me high
Tomorrow’s the day my bride’s gonna come
Oh, no, are we gonna fly
Down in the easy chair.

Ghengis Khan, he could not keep
All his kings supplied with sheep
We’ll climb that hill no matter how steep
When we get up to it.

Ooh, whee, ride me high
Tomorrow’s the day my bride’s gonna come
Oh, no, are we gonna fly
Down in the easy chair.

Whenever I feel frustrated in school or life in general, I turn to this song, and it always makes me feel instantly better. I don’t know what it is. Maybe it’s like, life is tough, you can’t let it push you around too much, you’ve got to push back too. They played this at my brother’s graduation after a particularly rough four years, and it’s been his song ever since. He introduced me to it, and I’ve loved it for a long 6 years. Can you tell I’m frustrated with essays and school? hahahahaha, ahh well. Tomorrow’s another day! :happy:

Tom Petty - I Won’t Back Down, from Full Moon Fever

Well I won’t back down
No I won’t back down
You can stand me up at the gates of hell
But I won’t back down

No I’ll stand my ground, won’t be turned around
And I’ll keep this world from draggin me down
gonna stand my ground
… and I won’t back down

Chorus:
(I won’t back down…)
Hey baby, there ain’t no easy way out
(and I won’t back down…)
hey I will stand my ground
and I won’t back down

Well I know what’s right, I got just one life
in a world that keeps on pushin me around
but I’ll stand my ground
…and I won’t back down

(I won’t back down…)
Hey baby, there ain’t no easy way out
(and I won’t back down…)
hey I will stand my ground
(I won’t back down)
and I won’t back down…

(I won’t back down…)
Hey baby, there ain’t no easy way out
(I won’t back down)
hey I won’t back down
(and I won’t back down)
hey baby, there ain’t no easy way out
(and I won’t back down)
hey I will stand my ground
(and I won’t back down)
and I won’t back down
(I won’t back down)
No I won’t back down

https://youtube.com/watch?v=yHJMp5bz9u8

Rozenrot
by Rammstein

Sah ein Mädchen ein Röslein stehen
Blühte dort in lichten Höhen
Sprach sie ihren Liebsten an
ob er es ihr steigen kann

Sie will es und so ist es fein
So war es und so wird es immer sein
Sie will es und so ist es Brauch
Was sie will bekommt sie auch

Tiefe Brunnen muss man graben
wenn man klares Wasser will
Rosenrot oh Rosenrot
Tiefe Wasser sind nicht still

Der Jüngling steigt den Berg mit Qual
Die Aussicht ist ihm sehr egal
Hat das Röslein nur im Sinn
Bringt es seiner Liebsten hin

Sie will es und so ist es fein
So war es und so wird es immer sein
Sie will es und so ist es Brauch
Was sie will bekommt sie auch

Tiefe Brunnen muss man graben
wenn man klares Wasser will
Rosenrot oh Rosenrot
Tiefe Wasser sind nicht still

An seinen Stiefeln bricht ein Stein
Will nicht mehr am Felsen sein
Und ein Schrei tut jedem kund
Beide fallen in den Grund

Sie will es und so ist es fein
So war es und so wird es immer sein
Sie will es und so ist es Brauch
Was sie will bekommt sie auch

Tiefe Brunnen muss man graben
wenn man klares Wasser will
Rosenrot oh Rosenrot

Tiefe Wasser sind nicht still

Translation: (done by Jeremy Williams)

[color=red]A girl saw a little rose
It bloomed there in bright heights
She asked her sweetheart
if he could fetch it for her

She wants it and that’s fine
So it was and so it will always be
She wants it and that’s the custom
Whatever she wants she gets

Deep wells must be dug
if you want clear water
Rose-red, oh Rose-red
Deep waters don’t run still

The boy climbs the mountain in torment
He doesn’t really care about the view
Only the little rose is on his mind
He brings it to his sweetheart

She wants it and that’s fine
So it was and so it will always be
She wants it and that’s the custom
Whatever she wants she gets

Deep wells must be dug
if you want clear water
Rose-red, oh Rose-red
Deep waters don’t run still

At his boots, a stone breaks
Doesn’t want to be on the cliff anymore
And a scream lets everyone know
Both are falling to the ground

She wants it and that’s fine
So it was and so it will always be
She wants it and that’s the custom
Whatever she wants she gets

Deep wells must be dug
if you want clear water
Rose-red, oh Rose-red

Deep waters don’t run still[/color]

Rehab
Amy Winehouse [Jazz+Blues/R&B]

They tried to make me go to rehab, but I said “no, no, no!”
Yes I’ve been black, but when I come back you’ll know, know, know…
I ain’t got the time, and if my daddy thinks I’m fine;
He’s tried to make me go to rehab, but I won’t go, go, go.

I’d rather be at home with Ray
I ain’t got seventy days
Cause there’s nothing
There’s nothing you can teach me
That I can’t learn from Mr Hathaway

I didn’t get a lot in class
But I know it don’t come in a shot glass

They tried to make me go to rehab, but I said “no, no, no!”
Yes I’ve been black, but when I come back you’ll know, know, know…
I ain’t got the time, and if my daddy thinks I’m fine;
He’s tried to make me go to rehab, but I won’t go, go, go.

The man said, “why do you think you here?”
I said, “I got no idea
I’m gonna, I’m gonna lose my baby
so I always keep a bottle near.”

He said, “I just think you’re depressed,
this me, yeah baby, and the rest.”

They tried to make me go to rehab, but I said “no, no, no!”
Yes I’ve been black, but when I come back you’ll know, know, know…

I don’t ever wanna drink again
I just ooh I just need a friend
I’m not gonna spend ten weeks
Have everyone think I’m on the mend

It’s not just my pride
It’s just 'til these tears have dried

They tried to make me go to rehab, but I said “no, no, no!”
Yes I’ve been black, but when I come back you’ll know, know, know…
I ain’t got the time, and if my daddy thinks I’m fine;
He’s tried to make me go to rehab, but I won’t go, go, go.

Eternal Flame
Artist: The Bangles

Close your eyes, give me your hand, darling
Do you feel my heart beating, do you understand?
Do you feel the same, am I only dreaming?
Is this burning an eternal flame?

I believe it’s meant to be, darling
I watch when you are sleeping, you belong to me
Do you feel the same, am I only dreaming
Or is this burning an eternal flame?

Say my name, sun shines through the rain
A whole life so lonely, and then you come and ease the pain
I don’t want to lose this feeling

[break]

Say my name, sun shines through the rain
A whole life so lonely, and then you come and ease the pain
I don’t want to lose this feeling

Close your eyes and give me your hand
Do you feel my heart beating, do you understand?
Do you feel the same, am I only dreaming
Or is this burning an eternal flame?

[break]

Is this burning an eternal flame?

An eternal flame?

(Close your eyes and give me your hand
Do you feel my heart beating, do you understand?
Do you feel the same, am I only dreaming
Or is this burning an eternal flame?)

Big Yellow Taxi - Joni Mitchell

They paved paradise
And put up a parking lot
With a pink hotel, a boutique
And a swinging hot spot
Don’t it always seem to go
That you don’t know what you’ve got
Till its gone
They paved paradise
And put up a parking lot

They took all the trees
Put em in a tree museum
And they charged the people
A dollar and a half just to see em
Don’t it always seem to go
That you don’t know what you’ve got
Till its gone
They paved paradise
And put up a parking lot

Hey farmer farmer
Put away that d.d.t. now
Give me spots on my apples
But leave me the birds and the bees
Please!
Don’t it always seem to go
That you don’t know what you’ve got
Till its gone
They paved paradise
And put up a parking lot

Late last night
I heard the screen door slam
And a big yellow taxi
Took away my old man
Don’t it always seem to go
That you don’t know what you’ve got
Till its gone
They paved paradise
And put up a parking lot

A Winter’s Tale - David Essex

The nights are colder now
maybe I should close the door.
Anyway the snow is covered all your foot steps
and I can follow you no more.
The fire still burns at night
my memories are warm and clear.
But everybody knows
it’s hard to be alone at this time of year.
It was only a winters tale
Just another winters tale.
Why should the world ignortize
of one more love thats fail.
It’s the love that could never be
though it meant to love to you and me
on the world wide scale
with just another winters tale.
While I stand alone
The bell is ringing far away.
I wonder if you hear.
I wonder if you’re listening.
I wonder where you are today.
Good luck I wish you well
for all that wishes made be worth
I hope that love and strength with you
for the length of your time of love

Maracatu Atômico
Chico Science & Nação Zumbi in Afrociberdelia [MPB/Manguebeat]

O bico do beija-flor beija a flor, beija a flor,
E toda fauna-flora grita de amor;
Quem segura o porta-estandarte tem a arte, tem a arte
E aqui passa com raça, eletrônico, o maracatu atômico

The beak of the hummingbird beaks the bud, beaks the bud,
And all the fauna-flora screams out in love;
Those who wave in samba the standart have the art, they have the art
And here passes with race, electronic, the maracatu: atomic

Manamauê, auêia, aê color=#3366cc[/color]

Atrás do arranha-céu tem o céu, tem o céu;
E depois tem outro céu, sem estrelas.
Em cima do guarda-chuva, tem a chuva, tem a chuva,
Que tem gotas tão lindas que até dá vontade de comê-las!

Behind the skyscraper, the sky, there’s the sky, there’s the sky;
And beyond it there’s a whole other starless sky.
On top of the overhang, there’s the rain, there’s the rain,
Of water drops so beautiful that I’m even tempted to eat them!

Manamauê, auêia, aê color=#3366cc[/color]

No meio da couve-flor, tem a flor, tem a flor,
Que além de ser uma flor tem sabor;
Dentro do porta-luva, tem a luva, tem a luva,
Que alguém de unhas tão negras e tão afiadas esqueceu de pôr.

In the core of the cauliflower, there’s a flower, there’s a flower,
Which apart from being flower is full of flavour;
Inside of the glove compartment, there’s the glove, there’s the glove,
Which someone of nails so dark and sharp forgot to wear.

Manamauê, auêia, aê color=#3366cc[/color]

No fundo do para-raio, tem o raio, tem o raio,
Que caiu da nuvem negra do temporal;
Todo quadro negro é todo negro, é todo negro,
E eu escrevo seu nome nele só pra demonstrar o meu apego.

In the base of the lightning conductor, there’s the light, there’s the light,
That fell off from the darkest among all the stormy clouds;
And every single blackboard is all black, it is all black,
And I write down your name in its surface to show how much I really care.

Manamauê, auêia, aê color=#3366cc[/color]

O bico do beija-flor beija a flor, beija a flor,
E toda fauna-flora grita de amor;
Quem segura o porta-estandarte tem a arte, tem a arte
E aqui passa com raça, eletrônico, o maracatu atômico

The beak of the hummingbird beaks the bud, beaks the bud,
And all the fauna-flora screams out in love;
Those who wave in samba the standart have the art, they have the art
And here passes with race, electronic, the maracatu: atomic

Manamauê, auêia, aê color=#3366cc[/color]

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Not all is translated literally, as I tried to keep to the beat, the alliterations and assonances — but the meaning is kept, overall. Here’s a link to the album, click any track name to listen to the song.

Memorize the City - by The Organ

Oh, darkness filled the sky as pools of water filled your eyes
They sparkled like phosphorescence in the bay
Although our lips barely touched
I have never felt so much
And i’d really like to feel that way again
Oh , oh , when ?

I walk through the streets and memorize the city
I count every light until i reach the shore
Sometimes i close my eyes and you’re not very pretty
Sometimes i can’t believe i’ve had those thoughts
Before

We pulled a boat down to the dock and stole two sturdy oars
I pushed you off into the dark: acrisius favors
And from above the great abyss
You threw pennies in and wished for the feeling of wanting
Nothing more

Sometimes i close my eyes
And hope that i can keep away all the darkened skies