The Lyrics Thread-Part IV

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

~ * ~

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]

~ * ~

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

Basic Cable - Aesop Rock

Television, all hail grand pixelated god of
Fantasy, murder scape and perspective
Fuck a sore channel changed digit
I sit with a nasty network intervenes plan
With a stable diet of my cable pirate
Yo, the doctor is in, the doctor is on
Born the bastard son of static radiance cloned to Welcome in every home
Lead a blue screen, bruised dream canopy
Victim of the cursed nursed Technicolor drunk support team
Ooh, I love all advertisements
Though accused by robot news casters who capture and pollute
Spoon fed hazardous fog to joy luck catholic squad
Please take me, please calm me, please make me a zombie
Please I want to donate my brain to the monstrous Panasonic profit
Now, twenty first century plagued
Dispersed to wide eyed glamor addict patients
telecast patrons
Blue be the propaganda banners, well, sure I’ll be a Marine
With a clean sword and blue uniform, it only takes a dollar and a dream
And I abide great idiot box power supply, fuzz vapor,
Black out of New York, hey honey, get the generator
I’m in a doom, doom generation, pacin’, ancient electric secret
Never sleepin’ to miss the AM oasis
my name is a wired heart, sloppy obligation
Turn my stilt into my guilt and have a chatter box blame frame adjacent station
Make reality scrambled and suck the life out of a hidden vandal
And loving every minute of the gimmick, change the channel
Plug it in, turn it on, prop me up against the couch
Lights out, I ain’t ever gonna have to leave my house
Satellite dish, get up on my wish list, turn me to a tyrant
Let my clean spirit dissolve through the appliance
Plug it in, turn it on, be my mother when she’s gone, great
Wipe the spittle off my chinny-chin during the breaks
If I gotta go blind I’ma do it for the love of all television kind
And that’s fine, and that’s fine…
Make me a star, I wanna touch gold
Hold me suspended in a dream, mearly inches from the screen
Deleted passions sacrificed to one electron monster
Crucify my little future to the monitor
Damn it feels good, turn on, tune in
Zoom in to hug the bug up in your family function
But the children seem to love it
Yes mother, me and wild discovery
And heard the static flock to where I sleep
By the glow of that magic box big speaker
Stereo mastered often kill the freak seekers, eyes spiraling
Tangled in the star spangled wiring
I can turn from toxicated visuals
And all the kings horses abort the loyalty to royalty
Fuck the fortress
Riddle me with glee, hoist the end all telepromter above my sleeping head
I’ll be dead by morning anyway
Color my values with mundane humor in thirty minute tickets
To feel the magnetic seal picket censorship
I want commercials twenty four-seven
I wanna shop from my bed and set an
example for all my overworked, underpaid brethren
I bond with a six string(?) correspondence
and lurking circuitry circus
With allegiance pledged beyond the glass surface
Adamant students within the fine school of possessed graduate catalysts
Channel zero addict, immaculate
It goes- big screen, little screen, any screen’ll do
Just let me hold the controller and I won’t have to murder you
Plug it in, turn it on, let my little eyes glaze
Twenty screens lined up along the borders of the maze
I wanna see the five day forecast, fourteen days in advance
So I can get my two weeks notice every time the sun dance
Plug it in, turn it on, silent fix better than nothing
Let a once divine soul feel the functions of the hypnotist
The viciousness, ridiculous, peaking a dummy’s interest
Touch the power button meet your maker, ain’t that something?
Plug it in, turn it on, say goodbye to Sunday afternoon
Fix the antenna, sit back and let disaster bloom
It’s a beautiful sight, with a most ugly intention
But I taste it everyday and bathe inside the consequences
Plug it in, turn it on, never once have you talked back to me
Your majesty, I love you, I despise you
My everyday is sitcom, soaps, news, bad Dramatization
Come along with me, my friend for the most glorious sensation

The Irony of It All - The Streets

Hello, Hello. My names Terry and I’m a law abider
There’s nothing I like more than getting fired up on beer
And when the weekends here I to exercise my right to get paralytic and fight
Good bloke fairly
But I get well leery when geezers look at me funny
Bounce 'em round like bunnies
I’m likely to cause mischief
Good clean grief you must believe and I ain’t no thief.
Law abiding and all, all legal.
And who cares about my liver when it feels good
What you need’s some real manhood.
Rasher Rasher Barney and Kasha putting peoples backs up.
Public disorder, I’ll give you public disorder.
I down eight pints and run all over the place
Spit in the face of an officer
See if that bothers you cause I never broke a law in my life
Someday I’m gonna settle down with a wife
Come on lads lets have another fight

Eh hello. My names Tim and I’m a criminal,
In the eyes of society I need to be in jail
For the choice of herbs I inhale.
This ain’t no wholesale operation
Just a few eighths and some Playstations my’s vocation
I pose a threat to the nation
And down the station the police hold no patience
Let’s talk space and time
I like to get deep sometimes and think about Einstein
And Carl Jung And old Kung Fu movies I like to see
Pass the hydrator please
Yeah I’m floating on thin air.
Going to Amsterdam in the New Year - top gear there
Cause I taker pride in my hobby
Home made bongs using my engineering degree
Dear Leaders, please legalize weed for these reasons.

Like I was saying to him.
I told him: “Top with me and you won’t leave.”
So I smacked him in the head and downed another Carling
Bada Bada Bing for the lad’s night.
Mad fight, his face’s a sad sight.
Vodka and Snake Bite.
Going on like a right geez, he’s a twat,
Shouldn’t have looked at me like that.
Anyway I’m an upstanding citizen
If a war came along I’d be on the front line with em.
Can’t stand crime either them hooligans on heroin.
Drugs and criminals those thugs on the penny coloured will be the downfall of society
I’ve got all the anger pent up inside of me.

You know I don’t see why I should be the criminal
How can something with no recorded fatalities be illegal
And how many deaths are there per year from alcohol
I just completed Grand Tourismo on the hardest setting
We pose no threat on my settee
Ooh the pizza’s here will someone let him in please
“We didn’t order chicken, Not a problem we’ll pick it out
I doubt they meant to mess us about
After all we’re all adults not louts.”
As I was saying, we’re friendly peaceful people
We’re not the ones out there causing trouble.
We just sit in this hazy bubble with our quarters
Discussing how beautiful Gail Porter is.
MTV, BBC 2, Channel 4 is on until six in the morning.
Then at six in the morning the sun dawns and it’s my bedtime.

Causing trouble, your stinking rabble
Boys saying I’m the lad who’s spoiling it
You’re on drugs it really bugs me when people try and tell me I’m a thug
Just for getting drunk
I like getting drunk
Cause I’m an upstanding citizen
If a war came along I’d be on the front line with em.

Now Terry you’re repeating yourself
But that’s okay drunk people can’t help that.
A chemical reaction inside your brain causes you to forget what you’re saying.

What. I know exactly what I’m saying
I’m perfectly sane
You stinking student lame-o
Go get a job and stop robbing us of our taxes.

Err, well actually according to research
Government funding for further education pales in insignificance
When compared to how much they spend on repairing
Leery drunk people at the weekend
In casualty wards all over the land.

Why you cheeky little swine come here
I’m gonna batter you! Come here!

Some lyrics … :smile:

[u]New Radicals

You Get What You Give Lyrics[/u]

Wake up kids
We’ve got the dreamers disease
Age 14 we got you down on your knees
So polite, you’re busy still saying please
Fri - enemies, who when you’re down ain’t your friend
Every night we smash their Mercedes - Benz
First we run and then we laugh till we cry
But when the night is falling
And you cannot find the light
If you feel your dream is dying
Hold tight
You’ve got the music in you
Don’t let go
You’ve got the music in you
One dance left
This world is gonna pull through
Don’t give up
You’ve got a reason to live
Can’t forget you only get what you give

Lyrics from Jeff Magnum, of Neutal Milk Hotel

Holland, 1945

The only girl I’ve ever loved
Was born with roses in her eyes
But then they buried her alive
One evening 1945
With just her sister at her side
And only weeks before the guns
All came and rained on everyone
Now she’s a little boy in Spain
Playing pianos filled with flames
On empty rings around the sun
All sing to say my dream has come

But now we must pick up every piece
Of the life we used to love
Just to keep ourselves
At least enough to carry on

And now we ride the circus wheel
With your dark brother wrapped in white
Says it was good to be alive
But now he rides a comet’s flame
And won’t be coming back again
The Earth looks better from a star
That’s right above from where you are
He didn’t mean to make you cry
With sparks that ring and bullets fly
On empty rings around your heart
The world just screams and falls apart

But now we must pick up every piece
Of the life we used to love
Just to keep ourselves
At least enough to carry on

And here’s where your mother sleeps
And here is the room where your brothers were born
Indentions in the sheets
Where their bodies once moved but don’t move anymore
And it’s so sad to see the world agree
That they’d rather see their faces fill with flies
All when I’d want to keep white roses in their eyes

Communist Daughter

Sweet communist
The communist daughter
Standing on the sea-weed water
Semen stains the mountain tops
With cocoa leaves along the border
Sweetness sings from every corner
Cars careening from the clouds
The bridges burst and twist around
And wanting something warm and moving
Bends towards herself the soothing
Proves that she must still exist
She moves herself about her fist
Sweet communist
The communist daughter
Standing on the sea-weed water
Semen stains the mountain tops

God
John Lennon

God is a concept,
By which we can measure,
Our pain,
I’ll say it again,
God is a concept,
By which we can measure,
Our pain,
I don’t believe in magic,
I don’t believe in I-ching,
I don’t believe in bible,
I don’t believe in tarot,
I don’t believe in Hitler,
I don’t believe in Jesus,
I don’t believe in Kennedy,
I don’t believe in Buddha,
I don’t believe in mantra,
I don’t believe in Gita,
I don’t believe in yoga,
I don’t believe in kings,
I don’t believe in Elvis,
I don’t believe in Zimmerman,
I don’t believe in Beatles,
I just believe in me,
Yoko and me,
And that’s reality.
The dream is over,
What can I say?
The dream is over,
Yesterday,
I was dreamweaver,
But now I’m reborn,
I was the walrus,
But now I’m John,
And so dear friends,
You just have to carry on,
The dream is over.