“Extreme Ways” by Moby
Extreme ways are back again
Extreme places I didn’t know
I broke everything new again
Everything that I’d owned
I threw it out the windows, came along
Extreme ways I know move apart
The colors of my sea
Perfect color me
Extreme ways that help me
That help me out late at night
Extreme places I had gone
But never seen any light
Dirty basements, dirty noise
Dirty places coming through
Extreme worlds alone
Did you ever like it then
I would stand in line for this
There’s always room in life for this
Oh baby, oh baby
Then it fell apart, it fell apart
Oh baby, oh baby
Then it fell apart, it fell apart
Oh baby, oh baby
Then it fell apart, it fell apart
Oh baby, oh baby
Like it always does, always does
Extreme songs that told me
They helped me down every night
I didn’t have much to say
I didn’t get above the light
I closed my eyes and closed myself
And closed my world and never opened
Up to anything
That could get me along
I had to close down everything
I had to close down my mind
Too many things to cover me
Too much can make me blind
I’ve seen so much in so many places
So many heartaches, so many faces
So many dirty things
You couldn’t even believe
I would stand in line for this
It’s always good in life for this
Oh baby, oh baby
Then it fell apart, it fell apart
Oh baby, oh baby
Then it fell apart, it fell apart
Oh baby, oh baby
Then it fell apart, it fell apart
Oh baby, oh baby
Like it always does, always does
I’ve had this one stuck in my head for a while.
“Epiphany” from Sweeney Todd 
There’s a hole in the world like a great black pit
And it’s filled with people who are filled with shit
And the vermin of the world inhabit it.
But not for long…
They all deserve to die.
Tell you why, Mrs. Lovett, tell you why.
Because in all of the whole human race
Mrs. Lovett, there are two kinds of men and only two
There’s the one staying put in his proper place
And the one with his foot in the other one’s face
Look at me, Mrs Lovett, look at you.
No, we all deserve to die
Even you Mrs. Lovett, even I.
Because the lives of the wicked should be made brief
For the rest of us death will be a relief
We all deserve to die.
And I’ll never see Johanna
No I’ll never hug my girl to me - finished!
Alright! You sir, you sir, how about a shave?
Come and visit your good friend Sweeney.
You sir, too sir? Welcome to the grave.
I will have vengenance.
I will have salvation.
Who sir, you sir?
No ones in the chair, Come on! Come on!
Sweeney’s. waiting. I want you bleeders.
You sir! Anybody!
Gentlemen now don’t be shy!
Not one man, no, nor ten men.
Nor a hundred can assuage me.
I will have you!
And I will get him back even as he gloats
In the meantime I’ll practice on less honorable throats.
And my Lucy lies in ashes
And I’ll never see my girl again.
But the work waits!
I’m alive at last!
And I’m full of joy!
Without Mythologies-The Weakerthans (One of my favorites)
A soft breeze with the slippery concrete black and full of muddy slush, contrasting with the hoarfrost, clean and hung on a tunnel of silent shivering trees (the ones you said you’d like to be), and the birds that screamed at the sun now buried deep down below the ground, beneath the snow, I press my shoulder to this wall between us. I know you are behind me but I press my shoulder to this wall, determined not to turn around. I know I’ll see you standing, still that statue that I molded in my mind to kiss, so beautiful you’ll never move again. Someplace far away, at some sad table littered with bad light, with chipped plates, in 48 frames from a movie on the cutting room floor, you said “True meaning would be dying with you”, and though I wanted to, I did not smile. But now I will give up on this wall that we have fought with, never uncover meaning behind our rich words. If I could I would make you a raging river, with angry rapids, supplied with rain, so you could always meander and forever be able to run away without contending with myths wrongly interpreted with pain. A harsh wind.
Plea From a Cat Named Virtue-The Weakerthans (For sake of adorable things)
Why don’t you ever want to play?
I’m tired of this piece of string
You sleep as much as I do now
And you don’t eat much of anything
I don’t know who you’re talking to
I made a search through every room
But all I found was dust that moved
In shadows of the afternoon
And listen, about those bitter songs you sing?
They’re not helping anything
They won’t make you strong
So, we should open up the house
Invite the tabby two doors down
You could ask your sister
If she doesn’t bring her basset hound
Ask the things you shouldn’t miss:
Tape-hiss and the Modern Man
The Cold War and card catalogues
To come and join us if they can
For girly drinks and parlor games
We’ll pass around the easy lie
Of absolutely no regrets
And later maybe you could try
To let your losses dangle off
The sharp edge of a century
And talk about the weather, or
How the weather used to be
And I’ll cater with all the birds that I can kill
Let their tiny feathers fill disappointment
Lie down; lick the sorrow from your skin
Scratch the terror and begin
To believe you’re strong
All you ever want to do is drink and watch TV
And frankly that thing doesn’t really interest me
I swear I’m going to bite you hard
And taste your tinny blood
If you don’t stop the self-defeating lies
You’ve been repeating since the day you brought me home
I know you’re strong
It’s All Over Now, Baby Blue - Bob Dylan
You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last
But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast
Yonder stands your orphan with his gun
Crying like a fire in the sun
Look out the saints are comin’ through
And it’s all over now, Baby Blue.
The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense
Take what you have gathered from coincidence
The empty handed painter from your streets
Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets
This sky, too, is folding under you
And it’s all over now, Baby Blue.
All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home
Your empty handed armies, are all going home
Your lover who just walked out the door
Has taken all his blankets from the floor
The carpet, too, is moving under you
And it’s all over now, Baby Blue.
Leave your stepping stones behind, something calls for you
Forget the dead you’ve left, they will not follow you
The vagabond who’s rapping at your door
Is standing in the clothes that you once wore
Strike another match, go start a new
And it’s all over now, Baby Blue.
Novocaine for the Soul
Eels Watch: <https://youtu.be/V2yy141q8HQ>
Life is hard
And so am I
You’d better give me something
So I don’t die
Novocaine for the soul
Before I sputter out
Before I sputter out
Life is white
And I am black
Jesus and his lawyer
Are coming back
Oh my darling
Will you be here
Before I sputter out
Before I sputter out
Before I sputter out
Guess who’s living here wi th the great undead
This paint by numbers life is fing with my head, once again
Life is good
And I feel great
'cause mother says I was
A great mistake
Novocaine for the soul
You’d better give me something to fill the hole
Before I sputter out
Before I sputter out
Before I sputter out
Before I sputter out
The Doors
An American Prayer (1978)
An American Prayer/ Hour For Magic/ Freedom Exists/ A Feast Of Friends
Do you know the warm progress
under the stars?
Do you know we exist?
Have you forgotten the keys
to the kingdom
Have you been borne yet
& are you alive?
Let’s reinvent the gods, all teh myths
of the ages
Celebrate symbols from deep elder forests
[Have you forgotten the lessons
of the ancient war]
We need great golden copulations
The fathers are cackling in trees
of the forest
Our mother is dead in the sea
Do you know we are being led to
slaughters by placid admirals
& that fat slow generals are getting
obscene on young blood
Do you know we are ruled by T.V.
The moon is dry blood beast
Guerrilla bands are rolling numbers
in the next block of green vine
amassing for warfare on innocent
herdsman who are just dying
O great creator of being
grant us one more hour to
perform our art
& perfect our lives
The moths & atheists are doubly divine
& dying
We live, we die
& death not ends it
Journey we more into the
Nightmare
Cling to life
Our passion’d flower
Cling to Cunts & cocks
of despair
We got our final vision
by clap
Columbus groin got
filled w/green death
(I touched her thigh
& death smiled)
We have assembled inside this ancient
& insane theatre
To propagate our lust for life
& flee the swarming wisdom
of the streets
The barns are stormed
The windows kept
& only one of all the rest
To dance & save us
W/the divine mockery
of words
Music inflames temperament
(When the true King’s murderers
are allowed to roam free
a 1000 Magicians arise in the land)
Where are the feasts
we are promised
Where is the wine
The New Wine
(dying on the vine)
resident mockery
give us an hour for magic
We of the purple glove
We of the starling flight
& velvet hour
We of arabic pleasures’s breed
We of sundome & the night
Give us a creed
To believe
A nightr of lust
Give us trust in
The Night
Give of color
hundred hues
a rich mandala
for me & for you
& for your silky
pillowed house
a head, wisdom
& a bed
Troubled decree
Resident mockery
has claimed thee
We used to believe
in the good old days
We still receive
In little ways
The things of Kindness
& unsporting brow
Forget & allow
Did you know freedom exists
in school books
Did you know madmen are
running our prisons
w/in a jail, w/in a gaol
w/in a white free protestant
maelstrom
We’re perched headlong
on the edge of boredom
We’re reaching for death
on the end of a candle
We’re trying for something
that’s already found us
Wow, I’m sick of doubt
Live in the light of certain
south
Cruel bindings
The sevants have the power
dog-men & their mean women
pulling poor blankets over
our sailors
I’m sick of dour faces
Starong at me from the T.V.
Tower, I want roses in
my garden bower; dig?
Royal babies, rubies
must now replace aborted
Strangers in the mud
These mutants, blood-meal
for the plant that’s plowed
they are waiting to take us into
the severed garden
Do you know how pale & wanton thrillful
comes death on a stranger hour
unannounced, unplanned for
like a scaring over-friendly guest you’ve
brought to bed
Death makes angels of us all
& gives us wings
where we had shoulders
smooth as raven’s
claws
No more money, no more fancy dress
This other kingdom seems by far the best
until its other jaw reveals incest
& loose obedience to a vegetable law
I will not go
Prefer a feast of friends
To the Giant family
I came across this for the first time by chance tonight and couldn’t resist posting it on here since I immediately thought of LDs when listening. 
You Can’t Stop Me From Dreaming
(Cliff Friend / Dave Franklin)
So sweet and lovely, but what an affair
Not even a kiss since we met
You just won’t love me, but I don’t care
For I will get you yet
You can stop me from kissing you
You can stop me from cuddling too
You can treat me mean, honey, that’s alright
But I’ll get even with you tonight
Because you can’t stop me from dreaming
You can stop me from holding hands
Make me listen to your commands
You can say, “No, No!” honey, that’s alright
But I’ll get even with you tonight
Because you can’t stop me from dreaming
From one o’clock till nine
I’ll dream you’re mine
I’ll steal a kiss
See what you’re gonna to miss
You can’t stop me romancing you
You’re the boss now, but we aren’t through
You can turn me down, honey, that’s alright
But I’ll get even with you tonight
Because you can’t stop me from dreaming
From one o’clock till nine
I’ll dream you’re mine
I’ll steal a kiss
See what you’re gonna miss
You can’t stop me romancing you
You’re the boss now, but we aren’t through
You can turn me down, honey, that’s alright
But I’ll get even with you tonight
Because you can’t stop me from dreaming
In the song “Question!” of system of a down the lyrics say “Are you dreaming the night? dreaming all right…Do we,do we know, when we fly, where we, where we go? Do we die?” Lucid dreamers know…!
Helen Trevillion - A Elbereth Gilthoniel
Snow-white! Snow-white! O lady clear!
O Queen beyond the Western Seas!
O light to us that wander here
Amid the world of woven trees!
Gilthoniel! O Elbereth!
Clear are thy eyes and bright thy breath!
Snow-white! Snow-white! We sing to thee
In a far land beyond the sea
O stars that in the Sunless Year
With shining hand by her were sown
In windy fields now bright and clear
We see your silver blossom blown!
O Elbereth! Gilthoniel!
We still remember, we who dwell
In this far land beneath the trees
Thy starlight on the Western seas
A Elbereth Gilthoniel
o menel palan-díriel
le nallon sí di’nguruthos
A tiro nin, fanuilos!
“Domino”
by Jessie J
I’m feeling sexy and free
Like glitter’s raining on me
You’re like a shot of pure gold
I think I’m 'bout to explode
I can taste the tension like a cloud of smoke in the air
Now I’m breathing like I’m running cause you’re taking me there
Don’t you know? You spin me out of control
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
We can do this all night
Damn this love is skin tight
Baby, come on
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Boom me like a bass drum
Sparkin’ up a rhythm
Baby, come on!
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Rock my world into the sunlight
Make this dream the best I’ve ever known
Dirty dancing in the moonlight
Take me down like I’m a domino
Every second is a highlight
When we touch don’t ever let me go
Dirty dancing in the moonlight
Take me down like I’m a domino
You got me losing my mind
My heart beats out of time
I’m seeing Hollywood stars
You strum me like a guitar
I can taste the tension like a cloud of smoke in the air
Now I’m breathing like I’m running cause you’re taking me there
Don’t you know? You spin me out of control
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
We can do this all night
Damn this love is skin tight
Baby, come on
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Boom me like a bass drum
Sparkin’ up a rhythm
Baby, come on!
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Rock my world into the sunlight
Make this dream the best I’ve ever known
Dirty dancing in the moonlight
Take me down like I’m a domino
Every second is a highlight
When we touch don’t ever let me go
Dirty dancing in the moonlight
Take me down like I’m a domino
Ooh, baby, baby, got me feeling so right
Ooh, baby, baby, dancing in the moonlight
Ooh, baby, baby, got me feeling so right
Ooh, baby, baby, dancing in the moonlight
Ooh, baby, baby, got me feeling so right
Ooh, baby, baby, dancing in the moonlight
Ooh, baby, baby, got me feeling so right
Ooh, baby, baby
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Rock my world into the sunlight
Make this dream the best I’ve ever known
Dirty dancing in the moonlight
Take me down like I’m a domino
Every second is a highlight
When we touch don’t ever let me go
Dirty dancing in the moonlight
Take me down like I’m a domino
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I miss this thread, so I’m going to revive it with my current favourite song.
Kimbra - Good Intent
You heard the crickets of the early eve
They lurk around the opening in two’s and three’s
Clementine told you not to move with the breeze
I’ll take you down to places where we dare not speak
The red light in the doorway says she’s armed
But boy go try your luck and you might get past
Step into the dwelling of the liger’s mouth
Peer into the panic for a kick and swell
You know you shouldn’t be there but it’s way past bed
There’s comfort in the fingers of your good intent
You know you shouldn’t be there but your money’s all spent
You’ve got your reputation and your good intent
Your good intent
Out to feed that habit when you’ve sowed that seed
Nothing made you feel out of the ordinary
But the air turns sombre and the night took lead
Took you on a waltz of hypocrisy
She broke your bones, now you’re lying in the dirt
The shadow of a hunter under your torn shirt
It’s not enough to say, it’s not what’s in your heart
You’ve tainted every moment till death do we part
I know you didn’t mean it, boy you meant so well
The pennies are cascading down your wishing well
I know you didn’t mean it when you counted to ten
You’re slipping through the fingers of your good intent
I know you didn’t mean it, boy, you meant so well
The pennies are cascading down your wishing well
I know you didn’t mean it when you counted to ten
You’ve got your reputation and your good intent
Such a good intent
It’s not enough to hope for the best
It’s not enough to lie there on her breast
The liger’s on the prowl now you’ve pulled at the string
One false move and soon you’re playing dice for a-
Genre: Black Metal
Band: Luror
Album: Cease To Live
I am…
Thinking of one moment in time,
When I felt myself as a part
Of something more than a lie
The tomorrow’s goldbrick,
The vertigo of man:
How to live tomorrow
When you’re already dead today?
My hope is fading in the sunset of man
Another field trial is coming to the end
My wings were broken and crippled since then
When I and my fellows fell down from the sky
And died…
We are dead angels, lost and forgotten
Without holy guidance
Or hope for salvation
Already dead but forced into life
Blessed by nothing but infinite strife
The day will come to return to heaven
To conquer divine ground
When the pentagram blazes up in the sky
We will remember how to fly
Mika - Toy Boy
I’m a wind-up toy in an up down world
If you leave me all alone, I’ll make a mess for sure
I’ve a heart of gold in the smallest size
Leave me in the dark, you’ll never hear me cry
More than an illustration
Points of articulation
Come to life on a brass spring
Such a wonderful plaything
It’s a cruel cross that I have to bear
If you come a little close I’m going to pull your hair
More than just a toy in a patched blue suit
Hold me in your arms I’m just a boy like you
But your mama thought there was something wrong
Didn’t want you sleeping with a boy too long
It’s a serious thing in a grown-up world
Maybe you’d be better with a Barbie girl
You knew that I adored ya
But you left me in Georgia
Toys are not sentimental
How could I be for rental?
She’s the meanest hag that has ever been
Pulled out my insides with an old safety pin
I’m the sorest sight, now I feel like trash
Clothes are made of rags and they don’t even match
So she dressed me up as the man she loved
Then threw me in a box when she had had enough
Now the light of day I no longer see
She stuck her voodoo pins where my eyes used to be
Accidentally tragic
Victim of her black magic
Had a boy once who loved me
Now he’s so afraid of me
On a long lost day when you’re gray and old
You’ll be there remembering your old toy boy
When your oldest son wondering what to be
Tell him the story of a boy like me
Kimbra - The Build Up
(yeah another Kimbra song. But I love the girl. Hurray double posting)
Went from cities to touch the suburbs
On the highway, but I’m barefoot
I need a map but not the destination
Need a compass but not a conversation
I want to run far from this grey town
You’re on every street, marked on the ground
Not the momentum and not the pace
Want the price but not the raise
I want the jump but not the height
Let me fall but catch me mid flight
I swam with sharks and beasts of the sea
Only went down for the company
Went down for the company
I forgot to mention:
That you would come back home when I call
Left no sign, nothing at all
Sorry you won’t fit inside my heart
I wanted love without the build up
I need the rules but not the regulations
Want the wisdom but not the information
Need the light but not the heat of the day
Need your hands to show me how to pray
I lost the plot underneath the fire
Of all the dots and lines that took me higher
Away from traffic and smiles of tire
I like the nights but not the tangled wires
Need the pulse to feel alive
All the world’s just made it seem all quiet
This has all become far too loud
I like you more when you don’t make a sound
You will come back home when I call
Left no sign, nothing at all
Sorry you won’t fit inside my heart
Won’t you come light the way and wash this away
I wanted love without the build up
Flight of The Concords.
[size=100]“Rambling Through The Avenues Of Time”
I was wandering through the streets of the city
Rambling through the the avenues of time
When from nowhere my eyes fell onto a girl
And by chance her eyes fell onto mine
Ah…
So I sat and I acted all nonchalant
She smoked her lavender cigarette
Reading the future that lay in my hands
My shadow played a bass clarinet
Where are you going with this, Bret?
We waltzed down a moonlit boulevard
Just two silhouettes in the mist
Ah. yes?
Days went by and years went by
Moments went by when we kissed
When was this?
She said, “Your beard is woven of heartache
And we’ll drink for the lonely tonight.”
And the moon is a horny old drunkard
Ah, Bret. Could you please move over to your right?
We drank dandelion wine and we reminisced
About the moment when we first met that day
I’m trying to watch TV
Then we reminisced about how we first reminisced
Ah yeah. Sounds a bit gay
She handed me a broken memory
A keepsake to forevermore say
That a brief taste of love is as sweet as any
And with that, she made her way
Oh yeah. What was her name?
She said her name was a secret
Then she said her name was Cherie
Is her middle name Cherie, so It’s a Secret Cherie, maybe?
Mm … Maybe What did she look like?
She looked like a Parisian river
What? dirty?
She looked like a chocolate eclair
That’s rare
Her eyes were reflections of eyes
Oh, nice
And the rainbows danced in her hair
Oh yeah…
She reminded me of a winter’s morning
What, frigid?
Her perfume was eau de toilette
What’s that mean?
She was comparable to Cleopatra
Quite old?
She was like Shakespeare’s Juliet
Thirteen?!
The bohemians of Soho did pirouettes
As we waltzed through the streets of Manhattan
On rivers of ribbon and sailboats of song
Bret, did any of this actually happen?
The girl I described, she’s as real as the wind
It’s true I saw her today
The other details are inventions
Because I prefer her that way
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Miracle of Sound
The New Black Gold
A song based on the themes of Deus Ex - Human Revolution
A glaring neon glow illuminates this street
Breathe in these human vapors, sweat and heavy heat
Hi-tech cathedrals rise and fall in great ravines
Colossal steeples to the gods in the machines
Broken body built anew
Spirit lingers, torn in two
Metal fingers grip my heart so cold
Fossil fuels to slavery
Political duplicity
Every great commodity’s been sold
Slave to the new black gold, there’s a heartbeat under my skin
Search my electric soul for the hidden man within
Your secret science conquers nature’s cruel laws
But inside your wires lie a million mortal flaws
Electric sleep I dream inside my honeycomb
I stay alive inside my hive of skin and chrome
Broken body built anew
Spirit lingers, torn in two
Metal fingers grip my heart so cold
Fossil fuels to slavery
Political duplicity
Every great commodity’s been sold
Slave to the new black gold, there’s a heartbeat under my skin
Search my electric soul for the hidden man within
Slave to the new black gold, there’s a heartbeat under my skin
Broken body built anew
Spirit lingers, torn in two…
“Dream” Roy Orbison
written by Henriques, Sean Paul / Riley, Winston Delaney / Stacious, Scarlet.
[i]Dream, when you’re feeling blue
Dream, that’s the thing to do
Just watch the smoke rings rise in the air
You’ll find your share of memories there
So dream, when the day is through
Dream, and they might come true
Things never are as bad as they seem
So dream, dream, dream
Dream, when the day is through
Dream, and they might come true
Things never are as bad as they seem
So dream, dream, dream[/i]
1979 by smashing pumpkins
[size=92]shakedown, 1979.
cool kids never have the time.
on a live wire, right up off the street. you and i… should meet.
junebug skipping like a stone,
with the headlights pointed at the dawn.
we were sure we’d never see an end… to it all…
and i don’t even care to shake these zipper blues.
and we don’t know just where our bones will
rest. to dust, i guess. forgotten and absorbed
to the earth below.
double cross the vacant and the bored.
they’re not sure just what we have in store.
morphine city slipping dues, down to see…
that we don’t even care, as restless as we are.
we feel the pull, in the land of a thousand
guilts, and poured cement.
lamented and assured
to the lights, and towns below.
faster than the speed of sound.
faster than we thought we’d go.
beneath… the sound
of hope.
justine never knew the rules,
hung down with the freaks and the ghouls.
no apologies ever need be made.
i know you better than you fake it. to see…
that we don’t even care to shake these zipper blues.
and we don’t know just where our bones will
rest. to dust, i guess. forgotten and absorbed
to the earth below.
street heats the urgency of now,
as you see there’s no one around.[/size]