favorite song lyrics

"don't want to live just to pay my bills, or get payed to sit still and look back and wonder what would've happened"

gameface

my favorite song lyiric of all time is as follows:

You know, I was never really crazy about John Lennon
But, at least he didn't drown to death in his own puke

that comes from "Dead Rock & Rollers" by Detention. i love that lyric, b/c it's SO true! there is absolutely no dignity in death by puke drowning...

Up To My Neck In You - AC/DC

Well I've been up to my neck in trouble
Up to my neck in strife
Up to my neck in misery
For most of my life

I've been a fool
And you know what a fool can do
I'm telling you
You came along when I needed you
Now I'm up, I'm up to my neck in you

And I've been up to my neck in pleasure
Up to my neck in pain
I've been up to my neck on the railroad track
Waitin' for the train

To cruise on through
Well baby my time is due
Oh it's way overdue
You came along and you pulled me through
Now I'm up, up, up to my neck in you

and don't it feel good

Well I've been up to my neck in whiskey
I've been up to my neck in wine
I've been up to my neck in wishing
That this neck wasn't mine

I was a loser
You weren't lost
Baby you were too good, too good to be true
What you've got no one else could do
Now I'm up, I'm up to my neck in you

Yeah you came along when I needed you
Oh I'm up to my neck in you


Stardust - Hoagy Carmichael/Mitchell Parrish

And now the purple dusk of twilight time
Steals across the meadows of my heart
High up in the sky the little clouds climb,
Always reminding me that we're apart.
You wandered down the lane and far away.
Leaving me a song that will not die.
Love is now the stardust of yesterday,
The music of the years gone by.
Sometimes I wonder why I spend
The lonely night dreaming of a song.
The melody haunts my reverie,
And I am once again with you.
When our love was new,
And each kiss an inspiration,
But that was long ago:
Now my consolation is
In the stardust of a song.
Beside a garden wall
When stars are bright,
You are in my arms
The nightingale
Tells his fairy tale
Of paradise where roses grew.
Tho' I dream in vain
In my heart it will remain:
My stardust melody
The memory of love's refrain.


Sweet Jane - The Velvet Underground

Standing on the corner,
suitcase in my hand
Jack is in his corset, and Jane is her vest,
And me I'm in a rock'n'roll band Hah!
Ridin' in a Stutz Bear Cat, Jim
You know, those were different times!
Oh, all the poets they studied rules of verse
And those ladies, they rolled their eyes

Sweet Jane! Whoa! Sweet Jane, oh-oh-a! Sweet Jane!

I'll tell you something
Jack, he is a banker
And Jane, she is a clerk
Both of them save their monies, ha
And when, when they come home from work
Oh, Sittin' down by the fire, oh!
The radio does play
The classical music there, Jim
"The March of the Wooden Soldiers"
All you protest kids
You can hear Jack say, get ready, ah

Sweet Jane! Come on baby! Sweet Jane! Oh-oh-a! Sweet Jane!

Some people, they like to go out dancing
And other peoples, they have to work, Just watch me now!
And there's even some evil mothers
Well they're gonna tell you that everything is just dirt
Y'know that, women, never really faint
And that villains always blink their eyes, woo!
And that, y'know, children are the only ones who blush!
And that, life is just to die!
And, everyone who ever had a heart
They wouldn't turn around and break it
And anyone who ever played a part
Oh wouldn't turn around and hate it!

Sweet Jane! Whoa-oh-oh! Sweet Jane! Sweet Jane!

Heavenly wine and roses
Seems to whisper to her when she smiles
Heavenly wine and roses
Seems to whisper to her when she smiles
La lala lala la, la lala lala la
Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane


and a million more...

You say you don't look at me
I say you don't look so good
I went out in the cold to buy a paper
Pushing every button in the elevator
But I know
I've got my looks and you've got yours
Must have learned them
from a million stars
Oh, looks
Oh, Man
I get 'em on the bus
and I get 'em on the street
and I get 'em from you
Always look for the answer
Looking for the cure
What can I do?

sometimes it's in the way a line is sung, so it may not make sense out of context... but i like these song words:

"..it's up to the trees with the firestorm"
-[from june] by pinback

"inside this leaking submarine the hull is closing in - the water's above my ankles - and i still can't get you off of my.. don't think we can pull this one off - we shall see time will tell - but why does it taste like saltwater inside of my mouth?"
-[from boo] by pinback

"ssssssss-sample my sausage... sausage!!"
-by alien sex fiend

"the trees are bending over and the cows are lying down - the autumn's taking over you can hear the buckshot hounds..there was a murder in the red barn..murder in the red barn.."
-by tom waits

"the ocean doesn't want me today - but i'll be back tommorrow to play - and the strangles will take me down deep in their brine - the mischievous braingels down to the endless blue wine - i'll open my head and let out all of my time - i'd love to go drowning - to stay and to stay - but the ocean doesn't want me today.."
-by tom waits

"whisper your name in an empty room - you brush past my skin - as soft as fur taking hold i taste your scent - distant noises - other voices.."
-by the cure

"versatility is gone - small and easy as a maggot to the core - growing is old news - soiled and bitter sewn shut - just filling up - that's the water on the knees.."
-[from aqua-magnetic] by three mile pilot


...i have a lot more but this is taking too long already.

The colors of that piece of time
are still so fresh inside my mind
and it makes the movie
of my life seem pale-
and all the games I have to play
I got to give alot of me away
but the part with us
will never be for sale
---Concrete Blonde, I don't need a Hero

You took me, naive and ugly
Into your festering heart.
and you poured Eros maggots down my throat
until I choked

There's nothing darker than love that's gone sour
Satan's spit, love that's gone sour
Therapy?---Bowles of Love


There are many more, but I actualy had liner notes for these

[Edited on Oct 11, 2002 by jercrow15521]

'...I'm fearful, I'm fearful, I'm fearful of flying and flying is fearful of me...'

from Lightsabre Cocksucking Blues by Mclusky

...everything Nick Cave has written is pure genius.


"I am the captain of my pain
Tis the bit, the bridle,
The trashing cane
The stirrup, the harness
The whipping mane
The pickled eye
The shrinking brain
O brother, buy me one more drink
I'll explain the nature of my pain
Yes, let me tell you once again
I am the captain of my pain"

from "Oh Brother, my Cup Is Empty"

"To our love send a dozen white lilies
To our love send a coffin of wood
To our love let all the pink-eyed pigeons coo
That people they just ain't no good
To our love send back all the letters
To our love a valentine of blood
To our love let all the jilted lovers cry
That people they just ain't no good"

from "People Ain't No Good"



[Edited on Oct 11, 2002 by mcqueen]

"I wear your clothes like armor, I love your face like God. So, you're in love and I'm indebted always" Green by Throwing Muses

"Well they're testing the trap and it chills my spine, eleven more minutes to go. And the trap and the noose, Oh they work just fine!"
25 Minutes to Go by Johnny Cash

"Say Goodbye, Kiss my ass I hope you die, wish me well, you can go to hell"
Wish Me Well - Bouncing Souls

the autumns, relinquished

words softly spoken
and dim the lamplight
flame unlit carries
away my late fright

the fire gone out
flame dance diminished
with dawn approaching
our hour unfinished

illuminating glimmers of a star~kissed morning
her song of rest
drops of dew are now forming
so dismal yet delightful
dreary and frightful
her song is insightful
put me at ease

i’ve tasted her words
bitter on my tongue
i’ve twisted her words
in poetry unsung

whisper those thoughts
heard and implored
let your voice string out
chord upon chord

an enlightening essence inviting and pure
what can she mean
her chatter unsure

Two from Cake, by Trash Can Sinatras

here comes our hero in hand-me-downs
and he's strutting to the strain of
'send in the clowns'
and troops his true colours
when no-one's around
and his desk-top tales
are the best around but
putting pain to paper reads
like a lunge at fame and greed
just crying out loud
-from Thrupenny Tears

though i knew what argue meant
and i knew what punish meant
and i knew what embarrass meant
i never found out what achieve meant
-from January's Little Joke

at least in my dreams
when i'm sleeping
it seems that the needle is full endlessly
but you keep on waking me
i'm almost there
it's on the tip of my tongue
and it never goes away
it never comes to stay
the chances are slight
that i won't shoot up tonight
but the sensation that's waiting beneath
is a kick in the teeth

I'm have to say I have a few favorite lyrics

I'm not afraid put the gun in my hand
I'm just afraid it will hurt like hurt like hell
-Jack off jill - "fear of dying"

Am I the star beneath the stairs
am I the ghost up on the stage
am I your anything
- AFI - "morning star"

Let's fill the sea with gasoline
and choke the sun right out of the sky
with the spark of imagination
that keeps our hope from running dry
-Strung out - I don't remember the song title.. grr

THE SICK BED OF CUCHULAINN

Shane MacGowan

McCormack and Richard Tauber are singing by the bed
There's a glass of punch below your feet and an angel at your head
There's devils on each side of you with bottles in their hands
You need one more drop of poison and you'll dream of foreign lands

When you pissed yourself in Frankfurt and got sick down in Cologne
And you heard the rattling death trains as you lay there all alone
Frank Ryan brought you whiskey in a brothel in Madrid
And you decked some fucking blackshirt who was cursing all the Yids
At the sick bed of Cuchulainn we'll kneel and say a prayer
And the ghosts are rattling at the door and the devil's in the chair

And in the Euston Tavern you screamed it was your shout
But they wouldn't give you service so you kicked the windows out
They took you out into the street and kicked you in the brains
So you walked back in through a bolted door and did it all again
At the sick bed of Cuchulainn we'll kneel and say a prayer
And the ghosts are rattling at the door and the devil's in the chair

You remember that foul evening when you heard the banshees howl
There was lousy drunken bastards singing Billy is in the bowl
They took you up to midnight mass and left you in the lurch
So you dropped a button in the plate and spewed up in the church

Now you'll sing a song of liberty for blacks and paks and jocks
And they'll take you from this dump you're in and stick you in a box
Then they'll take you to Cloughprior and shove you in the ground
But you'll stick your head back out and shout "we'll have another round"
At the graveside of Cuchulainn we'll kneel around and pray
And God is in his heaven, and Billy's down by the bay

Man...how do you pick just ONE song?

Fuck it, I can't right now. Although there are some really amazing lyrics on that new Bright Eyes CD.

JVB

THE BALLAD OF CHASEY LAIN
by The Bloodhound Gang

Dear Chasey Lain
I wrote to explain
I'm your biggest fan
I just wanted to ask
Could I eat your ass?
Write back as soon as you can

[CHORUS]
You've had a lotta dick
Had a lotta dick
I've had a lotta time
Had a lotta time
You've had a lotta dick Chasey
But you ain't had mine
[/CHORUS]

Dear Chasey Lain
I wrote to complain
Ya never wrote me back
How could I ever eat
Your ass when ya treat
Your biggest fan like that?

[CHORUS]

Dear Chasey Lain
I wrote to constrain
This letter is my last
As your biggest fan
I must demand
You let me eat your ass

[CHORUS]

P.S.
Mom and Dad this is Chasey
Chasey this is my mom and dad
Now show ‘em them titties
Now show ‘em them titties
P.S.
Mom and Dad this is Chasey
Chasey this is my mom and dad
Now show ‘em them titties
Now show ‘em them titties

Would ya fuck me for blow?

[Edited on Oct 13, 2002 by sharaab_v2]

COUGH/COOL by THE MISFITS
this street we walk upon this corner full of piss and fear this street won't bear it long it slants, it tilts, it's brought outside alive cover your face when you walk by drench your visions in darkness spit up blood when you cough cool, cool, cool cough, cool, cool, cool we dine on visions with new eyes creep, creep, creep, creep we cut our visions with two eyes cool, cool, cool, cool this street we walk upon this corner full of fear this street we walk upon this corner full of piss and fear

EVERYTIME EAT VEGETABLES IT MAKES ME THINK OF YOU by THE RAMONES
she was a really good friend, a really good friend to me, yeah. she was a really good friend, a really good friend to me, yeah but they took her away tossed her in the bin now she's hanging out in east berlin, ow-ooo she had a very bad affair with some cat from hiroshima she turned into a head of lettuce she eats thorazine in her farina but they took her away tossed her in the bin now she's hanging out un east berlin, ow-ooo and everytime i eat vegetables it makes me think of you and everytime i eat vegetables i don't know what to do, to do ow-ooo

I like these lyrics 'cause they're true, man. So true.

As for my single self I had as lief not be as live to be in awe of such a thing as I myself.

As for my own concern I had as think to think as keep on thinking not so hard as for the brain to burn.

And at the salad bar a man he stares into the croutons hypnotized by powers of the Bac-O-Bits.

And I expose myself to stimuli unfit for people outside the controls of an experiment.

"Buddha Rhubarb Butter" - Soul Coughing

don't feel like looking up lyrics right now but I really love the lyrics for Fiona Apple's "Paper Bag" and Ani DiFranco's "Untouchable Face."

How about some PCB?
"It makes me hurt, to watch you flirt, with all those other stupid guys" -I Know
"I don't think you undrestand, how much I wanna hold your hand, could that really be that bad?" -Stick Around
"Couldn't pay attention in class, 'cause I was STARING AT YOUR ASS, you drive me crazy" -Staring
"Maybe we could go out to the mountains, we could make out by the fountain, yeah girl I miss your taste." -Heidi

Ryan Michon is genius. *giggles*

Terminal Preppie - Dead Kennedys

I go to college
That makes me so cool
I live in a dorm
And show off by the pool
I join the right clubs
Just to make an impression
I block out thinking
It won't get me ahead
My ambition in life
Is to look good on paper
All I want is a slot
In some big corporation
John Belushi's my hero
I Lampoon and ape him
My news of the world
Comes from Sports Illustrated
I'm proud of my trophies
Like my empty beer cans
Stacked in rows up the wall
To impress all my friends
No, I'm not here to learn
I just want to get drunk
And major in business
And be taught how to fuck
Win! Win! I always play to win
Wanna fit in like a cog
In the faceless machine

I'm a terminal terminal terminal preppie
Terminal terminal terminal preppie
Terminal terminal terminal terminal
Terminal terminal terminal terminal

I want a wife with tits
Who just smiles all the time
In my centerfold world
Filled with Springsteen and wine
Some day I'll have power
Some day I'll have boats
A tract in some suburb
With Thanksgivings to host

NICOTINE!
VALIUM!
VICODIN!
MARIJUANA!
ECSTACY AND ALCOHOL
CCCCC...COCAINE!!!!!!

Feel Good Hit of the Summer by Queens of the Stone Age.

beautiful.... reminds me of high school. or ditching high school!!