The Lyrics Thread-Part V

Oh, what youve seen it before you mean?

Yeah not the greatest song, angsty as usual, like all their songs ive noticed lmao.

But after watching the video i just sort of sit there like 0.0

Lol. how about you?

It’s one of the few songs i like by them, although it does sound like their others.
It has a good message to it, which is good.

And yes i have seen it before.
Post the lyrics! :rofl:

Linkin Park - What I’ve Done.

In this farewell
There’s no blood
There’s no alibi
‘Cause I’ve drawn regret
From the truth
Of a thousand lies

So let mercy come
And wash away
What I’ve done

I’ll face myself
To cross out what i’ve become
Erase myself
And let go of what i’ve done

Put to rest
What you thought of me
While I clean this slate
With the hands of uncertainty

So let mercy come
And wash away
What I’ve done

I’ll face myself
To cross out what i’ve become
Erase myself
And let go of what i’ve done

For what I’ve done
I start again
And whatever pain may come
Today this ends
I’m forgiving what I’ve done!!!

I’ll face myself
To cross out what i’ve become
Erase myself
And let go of what i’ve done

What I’ve done
Forgiving what I’ve done

Time for another one

Stuck in the middle with you - Stealers Wheel

Well I don’t know why I came here tonight,
I got the feeling that something ain’t right,
I’m so scared in case I fall off my chair,
And I’m wondering how I’ll get down the stairs,
Clowns to the left of me,
Jokers to the right, here I am,
Stuck in the middle with you.

Yes I’m stuck in the middle with you,
And I’m wondering what it is I should do,
It’s so hard to keep this smile from my face,
Losing control, yeah, I’m all over the place,
Clowns to the left of me, Jokers to the right,
Here I am, stuck in the middle with you.

Well you started out with nothing,
And you’re proud that you’re a self made man,
And your friends, they all come crawlin,
Slap you on the back and say,
Please… Please…

Trying to make some sense of it all,
But I can see that it makes no sense at all,
Is it cool to go to sleep on the floor,
'Cause I don’t think that I can take anymore
Clowns to the left of me, Jokers to the right,
Here I am, stuck in the middle with you.

Well you started out with nothing,
And you’re proud that you’re a self made man,
And your friends, they all come crawlin,
Slap you on the back and say,
Please… Please…

Well I don’t know why I came here tonight,
I got the feeling that something ain’t right,
I’m so scared in case I fall off my chair,
And I’m wondering how I’ll get down the stairs,
Clowns to the left of me,
Jokers to the right, here I am,
Stuck in the middle with you,
Yes I’m stuck in the middle with you,
Stuck in the middle with you.

Haha, i like that song :tongue:

Though the first time i heard it, it was a cover by a ‘pop princess’.

but shes a has-been so i dont remember her name.

Now, to explain what i mean about angsty … One of thier angstiest songs ^-^

Linkin Park - Numb.

I’m tired of being what you want me to be
Feeling so faithless lost under the surface
Don’t know what you’re expecting of me
Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes
(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)
Every step that I take is another mistake to you
(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)

I’ve become so numb I can’t feel you there
Become so tired so much more aware
I’m becoming this all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you

Can’t you see that you’re smothering me
Holding too tightly afraid to lose control
Cause everything that you thought I would be
Has fallen apart right in front of you
(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)
Every step that I take is another mistake to you
(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)
And every second I waste is more than I can take

I’ve become so numb I can’t feel you there
Become so tired so much more aware
I’m becoming this all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you

And I know
I may end up failing too
But I know
You were just like me with someone disappointed in you

I’ve become so numb I can’t feel you there
Become so tired so much more aware
I’m becoming this all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you

I’ve become so numb I can’t feel you there
I’m tired of being what you want me to be
I’ve become so numb I can’t feel you there
I’m tired of being what you want me to be

I only discovered this song today, and wow I think it’s one of the best songs I’ve ever heard :smile: Really a song to play every morning, to become cheerful enough to start the day :smile:

The Grateful Dead - Ripple

If my words did glow with the gold of sunshine
And my tunes were played on the harp unstrung,
Would you hear my voice come through the music,
Would you hold it near as it were your own?

Its a hand-me-down, the thoughts are broken,
Perhaps theyre better left unsung.
I dont know, dont really care
Let there be songs to fill the air.

Ripple in still water,
When there is no pebble tossed,
Nor wind to blow.

Reach out your hand if your cup be empty,
If your cup is full may it be again,
Let it be known there is a fountain,
That was not made by the hands of men.

There is a road, no simple highway,
Between the dawn and the dark of night,
And if you go no one may follow,
That path is for your steps alone.

Ripple in still water,
When there is no pebble tossed,
Nor wind to blow.

But if you fall you fall alone,
If you should stand then whos to guide you?
If I knew the way I would take you home.

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Buffalo Springfield - For What It’s Worth

There’s something happening here
What it is ain’t exactly clear
There’s a man with a gun over there
Telling me I got to beware
I think it’s time we stop, children, what’s that sound
Everybody look what’s going down
There’s battle lines being drawn
Nobody’s right if everybody’s wrong
Young people speaking their minds
Getting so much resistance from behind
I think it’s time we stop, hey, what’s that sound
Everybody look what’s going down
What a field-day for the heat
A thousand people in the street
Singing songs and carrying signs
Mostly say, hooray for our side
It’s time we stop, hey, what’s that sound
Everybody look what’s going down
Paranoia strikes deep
Into your life it will creep
It starts when you’re always afraid
You step out of line, the man come and take you away
We better stop, hey, what’s that sound
Everybody look what’s going down
Stop, hey, what’s that sound
Everybody look what’s going down
Stop, now, what’s that sound
Everybody look what’s going down
Stop, children, what’s that sound
Everybody look what’s going down

Another great one.

Same for the Buffalo Springfield.

(and Zeppelin obviously…)

I’m The Slime
by Frank Zappa

I am gross and perverted
I’m obsessed 'n deranged
I have existed for years
But very little had changed
I am the tool of the Government
And industry too
For I am destined to rule
And regulate you

I may be vile and pernicious
But you can’t look away
I make you think I’m delicious
With the stuff that I say
I am the best you can get
Have you guessed me yet?
I am the slime oozin’ out
From your TV set

You will obey me while I lead you
And eat the garbage that I feed you
Until the day that we don’t need you
Don’t got for help…no one will heed you
Your mind is totally controlled
It has been stuffed into my mold
And you will do as you are told
Until the rights to you are sold

That’s right, folks…
Don’t touch that dial

Well, I am the slime from your video
Oozin’ along on your livin’room floor

I am the slime from your video
Can’t stop the slime, people, lookit me go

This song is groovy

Wear Your love like heaven
By Donovan

Colour in sky prussian blue
Scarlet fleece changes hue
Crimson ball sinks from view

Wear your love like heaven (wear your love like)
Wear your love like heaven (wear your love like)
Wear your love like heaven (wear your love)

Lord, kiss me once more
Fill me with song
Allah, kiss me once more
That I may, that I may
Wear my love like heaven (wear my love like)
Wear my love like heaven (wear my love)
La, la, la-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la

Colour sky havana lake
Colour sky rose carmethene
Alizarian crimson

Wear your love like heaven (wear your love like)
Wear your love like heaven (wear your love like)
Wear your love like heaven (wear your love)

Lord, kiss me once more
Fill me with song
Allah, kiss me once more
That I may, that I may
Wear my love like heaven (wear my love like)
Wear my love like heaven (wear my love)
La, la, la-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la

Can I believe what I see
All I have wished for will be
All our race proud and free

Wear your love like heaven (wear your love like)
Wear your love like heaven (wear your love like)
Wear your love like heaven (wear your love)

Lord, kiss me once more
Fill me with song
Allah, kiss me once more
That I may, that I may
Wear my love like heaven (wear my love like)
Wear my love like heaven (wear my love)

eu não te quero pouco
Negra Li, an otherwise rapper and MC in the brazilian hip hop scene.there’s no official clip, but the song is used for background in this most sweet “declaration of love” collage on youtube (warning: tackiness ensues).
talvez não seja assim
talvez não seja tão ruim
pra nós é tudo tão louco
deixa como está
não sei dizer o que mudou
eu só quero que se lembre
que pra mim eu sei nada vai mudar
não te quero pouco

são palavras no ouvido
é dificil eu sei
mas pra que duvidar de algo
que eu nunca falei
os sonhos vão parar muito longe daqui
e os seus olhos me perguntam pra onde ir

pegadas secam no chão, depois
chove no coração, depois
eu posso ouvir os seus pés invadindo a solidão
era pra gente ser feliz, eu lembro, é
simples assim
me diz pra onde foi
pra eu ir atrás
onde foi você em mim?

talvez não seja assim
talvez não seja tão ruim
pra nós é tudo tão louco
deixa como está
não sei dizer o que mudou
eu só quero que se lembre
que pra mim eu sei nada vai mudar
não te quero pouco

diz com quantas palavras
só nossas mais ninguém
que a gente vai entender
o que é que a gente tem
não quero mais contar as horas
eu não sei calcular
o atalho mais seguro no seu olhar
onde está você em mim?

talvez não seja assim
talvez não seja tão ruim
pra nós é tudo tão louco
deixa como está
não sei dizer o que mudou
eu só quero que se lembre
que pra mim eu sei nada vai mudar
não te quero pouco

a noite passa (mas eu não)
o sol amanhece (em você)
e outro sonho voa (mas eu não)
eu vou, vou me perder (em você)
eu vejo as estrelas acesas no céu
a porta entreaberta pode sair
se quiser ir pode voltar pode sair
quando quiser mas se quiser não vá

talvez não seja assim
talvez não seja tão ruim
pra nós é tudo tão louco
deixa como está
não sei dizer o que mudou
eu só quero que se lembre
que pra mim eu sei nada vai mudar
não te quero pouco

Voodoo Chile - Jimi Hendrix

Well, Im a voodoo chile
Lord Im a voodoo chile

Well, the night I was born
Lord I swear the moon turned a fire red
The night I was born
I swear the moon turned a fire red
Well my poor mother cried out lord, the gypsy was right!
And I seen her fell down right dead
(have mercy)

Well, mountain lions found me there waitin
And set me on a eagles back
Well, mountain lions found me there,
And set me on a eagles wing
(its the eagles wing, baby, what did I say)
He took me past to the outskirts of infinity,
And when he brought me back,
He gave me a venus witchs ring
Hey!
And he said fly on, fly on
Because Im a voodoo chile, baby, voodoo chile
Hey!

Well, I make love to you,
And lord knows youll feel no pain
Say, I make love to you in your sleep,
And lord knows you felt no pain
(have mercy)
cause Im a million miles away
And at the same time Im right here in your picture frame
(yeah! what did I say now)
cause Im a voodoo chile
Lord knows Im a voodoo chile

Well my arrows are made of desire
From far away as jupiters sulphur mines
Say my arrows are made of desire, desire
From far away as jupiters sulphur mines
(way down by the methabe sea, yeah)
I have a humming bird and it hums so loud,
You think you were losing your mind, hmmm…

Well I float in liquid gardens
And arizona new red sand
(yeah)
I float in liquid gardens
Way down in arizona red sand

Well, I taste the honey from a flower named blue,
Way down in california
And the n new york drowns as we hold hands

cause Im a voodoo chile
Lord knows Im a voodoo chile
Yeah!

Iron Maiden-Two minutes to midnight

Kill for gain or shoot to maim
But we don’t need a reason
The Golden Goose is on the loose
And never out of season
Blackened pride still burns inside
This shell of bloody treason
Here’s my gun for a barrel of fun
For the love of living death.

CHORUS
The killer’s breed or the demon’s seed,
The glamour, the fortune, the pain,
Go to war again, blood is freedom’s stain,
Don’t you pray for my soul anymore.
2 minutes to midnight
The hands that threaten doom.
2 minutes to midnight
To kill the unborn in the womb.

The blind men shout let the creatures out
We’ll show the unbelievers
The napalm screams of human flames
Of a prime time Belsen feast…YEAH!
As the reasons for the carnage cut their meat and lick the gravy, :ebil:
We oil the jaws of the war machine and feed it with our babies. :ebil:

CHORUS

The body bags and little rags of children torn in two
And the jellied brains of those who remain to put the finger right on you.
As the madmen play on words and make us all dance to their song,
To the tune of starving millions to make a better kind of gun.

CHORUS

Midnight, midnight, midnight
Is all night

Midnight, midnight, midnight
Is all day

Midnight
All night

Brasil com “P”
composed and originally delivered by GOG, quipped “the poet”.
best performance by Racionais MCs (available here).

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prevejo populares portando pistolas,
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promotores públicos pedindo prisões,
pecado, pena, prisão perpétua.
palavras pronunciadas pelo poeta.

Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds - The Beatles
Written by John Lennon & Paul McCartney on the Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band album
1967

Picture yourself in a boat on a river,
With tangerine trees and marmalade skies
Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly,
A girl with kaleidoscope eyes.
Cellophane flowers of yellow and green,
Towering over your head.
Look for the girl with the sun in her eyes,
And she’s gone.
Lucy in the sky with diamonds.
Follow her down to a bridge by a fountain
Where rocking horse people eat marshmellow pies,
Everyone smiles as you drift past the flowers,
That grow so incredibly high.
Newspaper taxis appear on the shore,
Waiting to take you away.
Climb in the back with your head in the clouds,
And you’re gone.
Lucy in the sky with diamonds,
Picture yourself on a train in a station,
With plasticine porters with looking glass ties,
Suddenly someone is there at the turnstyle,
The girl with the kaleidoscope eyes.

One More Cup of Cofee by Bob Dylan
In his 17th studio album “Desire
'76

One More Cup Of Coffee (Valley Below)
Your breath is sweet
Your eyes are like two jewels in the sky.
Your back is straight, your hair is smooth
On the pillow where you lie.
But I don’t sense affection
No gratitude or love
Your loyalty is not to me
But to the stars above.

One more cup of coffee for the road,
One more cup of coffee 'fore I go
To the valley below.

Your daddy he’s an outlaw
And a wanderer by trade
He’ll teach you how to pick and choose
And how to throw the blade.
He oversees his kingdom
So no stranger does intrude
His voice it trembles as he calls out
For another plate of food.

One more cup of coffee for the road,
One more cup of coffee 'fore I go
To the valley below.

Your sister sees the future
Like your mama and yourself.
You’ve never learned to read or write
There’s no books upon your shelf.
And your pleasure knows no limits
Your voice is like a meadowlark
But your heart is like an ocean
Mysterious and dark.

One more cup of coffee for the road,
One more cup of coffee 'fore I go
To the valley below.

It’s The End Of The World As We Know It (And I Feel Fine) by REM.

That’s great, it starts with an earthquake, birds and snakes, an aeroplane,
Lenny Bruce is not afraid
Eye of a hurricane, listen to yourself churn - world
Serves its own needs, dont misserve your own needs. Feed
It off an aux speak, grunt, no, strength,turn, ladder
Start to clatter with fear fight down height. Wire
In a fire, representing seven games, in a government
For hire and a combat site. Left of west and coming in
A hurry with the furies breathing down your neck. Team
By team reporters baffled, trumped, tethered cropped
Look at that low playing! Fine, then. Uh oh,
Overflow, population, common food, but it’ll do. Save
Yourself, serve yourself. World serves its own needs,
Listen to your heart bleed dummy with the rapture and
The revered and the right, right. You vitriolic,
Patriotic, slam, fight, bright light, feeling pretty
Psyched

It’s the end of the world as we know it
It’s the end of the world as we know it
It’s the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine

Six o’clock - TV hour. Don’t get caught in foreign
Towers. Slash and burn, return, listen to yourself
Churn. Locking in, uniforming,and book burning, blood
Letting. Every motive escalate. Automotive incinerate
Light a candle, light a motive. Step down, step down
Watch your heel crush, crushed, uh-oh, this means no
Fear cavalier. Renegade steer clear! A tournament,
a Tournament, a tournament of lies. Offer me solutions,
Offer me alternatives and I decline

(chorus)
It’s the end of the world as we know it (it’s time I had some time alone)
It’s the end of the world as we know it (it’s time I had some time alone)
It’s the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine (it’s time I had some
time alone)

I feel fine

(repeat chorus)

The other night I dreamt of knives, continental
Drift divide. Mountains sit in a line, Leonard
Bernstein. Leonid Brezhnev, Lenny Bruce and Lester
Bangs. Birthday party, cheesecake, jelly bean, boom! You
Symbiotic, patriotic, slam book neck, right? Right

(repeat chorus)

It’s the end of the world as we know it
It’s the end of the world as we know it
It’s the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine (it’s time I had some
time alone)

(repeat chorus 2x)

One of Ringo’s songs :smile:

Octopus’ Garden - The Beatles
Written by Ringo with a little help from George
1969, Abbey Road

I’d like to be under the sea
In an octopus’ garden in the shade
He’d let us in, knows where we’ve been
In his octopus’ garden in the shade

I’d ask my friends to come and see
An octopus’ garden with me
I’d like to be under the sea
In an octopus’ garden in the shade.

We would be warm below the storm
In our little hideaway beneath the waves
Resting our head on the sea bed
In an octopus’ garden near a cave

We would sing and dance around
because we know we can’t be found
I’d like to be under the sea
In an octopus’ garden in the shade

We would shout and swim about
The coral that lies beneath the waves
(Lies beneath the ocean waves)
Oh what joy for every girl and boy
Knowing they’re happy and they’re safe
(Happy and they’re safe)

We would be so happy you and me
No one there to tell us what to do
I’d like to be under the sea
In an octopus’ garden with you.

while my guitar gently weeps composed by George Harrisson. orignally delivered by the Beatles in their white album url=https://br.youtube.com/watch?v=8aQ98sq48gg[/url]. breathtaking performance by Eric Clapton with Paul McCartney, Ringo Starr, Dhanny Harrisson and then some more url=https://br.youtube.com/watch?v=FC1EZcrZEIs[/url]. i look at you all see the love there that’s sleeping
while my guitar gently weeps
i look at the floor and i see it need sweeping
still my guitar gently weeps

i don’t know why nobody told you
how to unfold you love
i don’t know how someone controlled you
they bought and sold you

i look at the world and i notice it’s turning
while my guitar gently weeps
with every mistake we must surely be learning
still my guitar gently weeps

i don’t know how you were diverted
you were perverted too
i don’t know how you were inverted
no one alerted you

i look at you all see the love there that’s sleeping
while my guitar gently weeps
i look at you all
still my guitar gently weeps

~ * ~

the beautiful ones originally composed and delivered by those sweet emo finns from Poets of the Fall (check their gig on television). song reposted in memoriam and because it makes sense. flies with a broken wing,
she’s ever so graceful,
so like an angel, but i see,
tears flow quietly.

the struggle she’s seen this spring,
when nothing comes dancing,
paying a handsome fee,
and still she smiles at me.

and i can’t take it, no i can’t help but wonder…

why do we sacrifice the beautiful ones?
how do you break a heart of gold?
why do we sacrifice our beautiful souls?
heroes of tales unsung, untold.

sweet as an angel sings,
she gives though she has none
left but the last one, free,
unhesitatingly.

and i am humbled, i’m a broken mirror,
and i can’t help but wonder…

why do we sacrifice the beautiful ones?
how do you break a heart of gold?
why do we sacrifice our beautiful souls?
heroes of tales unsung, untold.

why do we sacrifice the beautiful ones?
why when they walk with love alone?
why do we sacrifice our beautiful souls?
just trying to find their way home.

Bruno, aren’t you a little young for that song? :tongue:

A Hard Rain’s a-Gonna Fall - Bob Dylan[/size]
Recorded in 1962, on The Freewheelin’ Bob Dylan

A Hard Rain’s A-Gonna Fall
Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, where have you been, my darling young one?
I’ve stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains,
I’ve walked and I’ve crawled on six crooked highways,
I’ve stepped in the middle of seven sad forests,
I’ve been out in front of a dozen dead oceans,
I’ve been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard,
And it’s a hard, and it’s a hard, it’s a hard, and it’s a hard,
And it’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall.

Oh, what did you see, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, what did you see, my darling young one?
I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it
I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it,
I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin’,
I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin’,
I saw a white ladder all covered with water,
I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken,
I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children,
And it’s a hard, and it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard,
And it’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall.

And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son?
And what did you hear, my darling young one?
I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin’,
Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world,
Heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin’,
Heard ten thousand whisperin’ and nobody listenin’,
Heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin’,
Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter,
Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley,
And it’s a hard, and it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard,
And it’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall.

Oh, who did you meet, my blue-eyed son?
Who did you meet, my darling young one?
I met a young child beside a dead pony,
I met a white man who walked a black dog,
I met a young woman whose body was burning,
I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow,
I met one man who was wounded in love,
I met another man who was wounded with hatred,
And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard,
It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall.

Oh, what’ll you do now, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, what’ll you do now, my darling young one?
I’m a-goin’ back out ‘fore the rain starts a-fallin’,
I’ll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest,
Where the people are many and their hands are all empty,
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters,
Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison,
Where the executioner’s face is always well hidden,
Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten,
Where black is the color, where none is the number,
And I’ll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it,
And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it,
Then I’ll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin’,
But I’ll know my song well before I start singin’,
And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard,
It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall.