your most intense lyrics

i love this ... and that's just me

beastie boys...(actually adam yauch ... aka. mca)

Bodhisattva Vow

If Others Disrespect Me Or Give Me Flack
I'll Stop And Think Before I React
Knowing That They're Going Through Insecure Stages
I'll Take The Opportunity To Exercise Patience
I'll See It As A Chance To Help The Other Person
Nip It In The Bud Before It Can Worsen
A Change For Me To Be Strong And Sure
As I Think On The Buddhas Who Have Come Before
As I Praise And Respect The Good They've Done
Knowing Only Love Can Conquer In Every Situation
We Need Other People In Order To Create
The Circumstances For The Learning That We're Here To Generate
Situations That Bring Up Our Deepest Fears
So We Can Work To Release Them Until They're Cleared
Therefore, It Only Makes Sense
To Thank Our Enemies Despite Their Intent

[Edited on Jul 09, 2004 by michaelx]

F.O.D
-guimo's theme

I tried to kill myself today, but the authority's have prevailed.
something just won't work out my way, but i've been pushed to the third rail.

T.V. Smith
-Television is over

"i've just seen the dead walk by and they don't seem jealous of my life"

Richard Hell
-Blank generation

"Well, i was saying "let me out of here" before i was even born
It's such a gamble whenyou get a face.
It's fascination to observe what the mirror does,
but when i dine it's for the wall that i set a place"



Smiths
- Frankly Mr. Shankly

"Frankly Mr. Shankly, this position i've held,
it pays my way but it corrodes my soul"

Sheer Terror
- Rudy the Kraut

"Everyone loves a musical drunk he's always full of cheer
Everyone loves a musical drunk except when he is crying in your beer."

Opeth - Windowpane

Blank face in the windowpane
Made clear in seconds of light
Disappears and returns again
Counting hours, searching the night
Might be waiting for someone
Might be there for us to see
Might be in need of talking
Might be staring directly at me
Inside plays a lullaby
Slurred voice over children cries
On the inside

Haunting loneliness in the eye
Skin covering secret scars
His hand is waving a goodbye
There's no response or action returned

There is deep prejudice in me
Outshines all reasons inside
Given dreams all ridden with pain
And projected unto the last





good lord, such an amazing song.

Tiny bubbles (tiny bubbles)
In the wine (in the wine)
Make me happy (make me happy)
Make me feel fine (make me feel fine)


Tiny bubbles (tiny bubbles)
Make me warm all over
With a feeling that I'm gonna
Love you till the end of time


So here's to the golden moon
And here's to the silver sea
And mostly here's a toast
To you and me


So here's to the ginger lei
I give to you today
And here's a kiss
That will not fade away



Don Ho touches me in a special way... and touches me where my bathing suit covers.

i think adam yauch is actually MCA.....but yea great lyrics none-the-less!

Thats the way that the world goes round - john prine !
"Its a half of inch a water and ya think your gonna drowned. yea thats the way that the world goes round"

Mad world - tears for fears !
"all around me are familiar faces, worn out places, worn out faces. riding early for the daily races, going no where going no where. the tears are filling up their glasses no expersion, no expresion. hide my head i wanna drowned my sorrows. no tomorrow no tomorrow. and i find it kinda funny and i find it kinda sad the dreams in which i am dying are the best i've ever had"

tears in heaven - eric clapton
"time can break you down. time can bend your knees. time can break your heart, having you beggin please"

i better be quiet now - elliot smith
"if i didnt know the differnce, living alone prolly be ok. wouldnt be lonely. i got a long way to go, getting farther away."

just a few from here and there... proly not much to most but i think they good ones

jeff buckley - satisfied mind

How Many Times, Have u Heard Someone Say,
If I Had Money, I Would Do Things My Way.
But Little They Know, That It's So Hard To Find
One Rich Man In Ten, With A Satisfied Mind.

Money Can't But Back, All Your Youth When Your Old
A Friend When Your Lonley, Or Peace To Your Soul
The Wealtiest Person, Is A Pauper At Times
Compared To The Man, With a Satisfied Mind.

When My Life Is Over, And My Time Has Run Out,
My Friends and My Lovers, I Will Leave, Theres No Doubt
But One Things For Certain, When It Comes My Time
I'll Leave This Old World With A Satisfied Mind
But One Things For Certain, When It Comes My Time, Oh Yeah
I'll Leave This Old World With A Satisfied Mind mind mind, mind mind,
Satisfied Mind.

growing up in a middle class suburb
my life was such a bore
to good to be true
i descovered glue
i passed out while still wanting more

cause i
was a pre-teen druggie
all i loved was gettin high
want to do it all the time
didn't know that i would die

i was thirteen when i first got the urge
to taste the forbidden fruits
i was one of the guys
i always told lies
and i never followed the rules
my daddy was a drunk
my mom called me a punk
tried to tie me to a rack
now my lungs are black
from smokin' kakk
you know i'm never going back

trained by a fellow junkie
for a long career in crime
i was a pre-teen druggie
and i had to pay the price
one day i got un-lucky
then i did some time

but then i saw the light
i changed my main man
and jesus became my life
now i'm a three piece junkie
and i wonder why?
i'm a three piece junkie

didn't know
that i would
that i would die
i didn't know
-------------------------best band ever!!!!TURBONEGRO!!!!!!!!

CAMILLA RHODES by Between the Buried and Me

This moment is set. Let’s make magic. You’re the #1 girl; it’s time to stay at the top. This is the song of the year. We just recorded your orgasm. The music isn’t shit anymore; your sexual vibe carries across the land. Daydream sex, broken marriage fuck. You cause this shit. Everyone has been waiting for this moment; for this song. This song of the year: “sexy, smooth, yet sophisticated.” The music isn’t shit. It’s all about IMAGE, IMAGE, IMAGE. Fuck your song, you’re looking good. We just recorded your orgasm, and the money is rolling in.
Alone, afraid, smile glued bright. Feeling so dirty, sexed up by human eyes. An “artist” washed over, pulled under. The moment is set, let’s make magic. You’re the #2 girl; it’s time to kill for the top. Lets show this song of the year. We videotaped your orgasm. The music was never shit, we lied, we lied as you lay… drained, tired, and robbed of your self-expression… you’re a toy, a toy for lust and greed.
Insecure depression, the mirrors are laughing at us. Trying to be sexy queen, trying to be darling. You’ve pounded in her little head like daddy wants to pound you. Daydream sex, broken marriage fuck. You cause this shit. Makeup, bras, and lingerie no need for this algebra. Family dinners silent, speaking only to ourselves. This orgasm on the screen has molded our American dream.

Jeff Buckley - Lover You Should Have Come Over:

Looking out the door i see the rain fall upon the funeral mourners
Parading in a wake of sad relations as their shoes fill up with water
And maybe i'm too young to keep good love from going wrong
But tonight you're on my mind so you never know

When i'm broken down and hungry for your love with no way to feed it
Where are you tonight, child you know how much i need it
Too young to hold on and too old to just break free and run

Sometimes a man gets carried away, when he feels like he should be having his fun
And much too blind to see the damage he's done
Sometimes a man must awake to find that really, he has no-one

So i'll wait for you... and i'll burn
Will I ever see your sweet return
Oh will I ever learn

Oh lover, you should've come over
'Cause it's not too late

Lonely is the room, the bed is made, the open window lets the rain in
Burning in the corner is the only one who dreams he had you with him
My body turns and yearns for a sleep that will never come

It's never over, my kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder
It's never over, all my riches for her smiles when i slept so soft against her
It's never over, all my blood for the sweetness of her laughter
It's never over, she's the tear that hangs inside my soul forever

Well maybe i'm just too young
To keep good love from going wrong

Oh... lover, you should've come over
'Cause it's not too late

Well I feel too young to hold on
And i'm much too old to break free and run
Too deaf, dumb, and blind to see the damage i've done
Sweet lover, you should've come over
Oh, love well i'm waiting for you

Lover, you should've come over
'Cause it's not too late

"meet the new boss, same as the old boss."

If I have to cite the author . . .

Can't get the stink off
He's been hanging round for days
Comes like a comet
Suckered you but not your friends
One day he'll get to you
And teach you how to be a holy cow

You do it to yourself, you do
And that's what really hurts
Is that you do it to yourself
Just you and no-one else
You do it to yourself
You do it to yourself

Don't get my sympathy
Hanging out the 15th floor
You've changed the locks three times
He still comes reeling through the door
One day I'll get you
And teach you how to get to purest hell

You do it to yourself, you do
And that's what really hurts
Is that you do it to yourself
Just you, you and no-one else
You do it to yourself
You do it to yourself

You do it to yourself, you do
and that's what really hurts
Is that you do it to yourself
Just you, you and no-one else
You do it to yourself
You do it to yourself, yourself, yourself.

sing it, thom...

you know that's an old country standard. everyone from gram pasons to jonathan richman (to jeff buckley) recorded it.

sorry. i get nerdy about this kind of stuff.

lonesome day blues, by bob dylan

Well, today has been a sad ol' lonesome day
Yeah, today has been a sad ol' lonesome day
I'm just sittin' here thinking
With my mind a million miles away

Well, they're doing the double shuffle, throwin' sand on the floor
They're doing the double shuffle, they're throwin' sand on the floor
When I left my long-time darlin'
She was standing in the door

Well, my pa he died and left me, my brother got killed in the war
Well, my pa he died and left me, my brother got killed in the war
My sister, she ran off and got married
Never was heard of any more

Samantha Brown lived in my house for about four or five months
Samantha Brown lived in my house for about four or five months
Don't know how it looked to other people
I never slept with her even once

Well, the road's washed out - weather not fit for man or beast
Yeah the road's washed out - weather not fit for man or beast
Funny, how the things you have the hardest time parting with
Are the things you need the least

I'm forty miles from the mill - I'm droppin' it into overdrive
I'm forty miles from the mill - I'm droppin' it into overdrive
Settin' my dial on the radio
I wish my mother was still alive

I see your lover-man comin' - comin' 'cross the barren field
I see your lover-man comin' - comin' 'cross the barren field
He's not a gentleman at all - he's rotten to the core
He's a coward and he steals

Well my captain he's decorated - he's well schooled and he's skilled
My captain, he's decorated - he's well schooled and he's skilled
He's not sentimental - don't bother him at all
How many of his pals have been killed

Last night the wind was whisperin', I was trying to make out what it was
Last night the wind was whisperin' somethin' - I was trying to make out what it was
I tell myself something's comin'
But it never does

I'm gonna spare the defeated - I'm gonna speak to the crowd
I'm gonna spare the defeated, boys, I'm going to speak to the crowd
I am goin' to teach peace to the conquered
I'm gonna tame the proud

Well the leaves are rustlin' in the wood - things are fallin' off of the shelf
Leaves are rustlin' in the wood - things are fallin' off the shelf
You gonna need my help, sweetheart
You can't make love all by yourself

sorry about the caps, no time to minimize them
but i thought they kinda fit the space here...


WORKSHOP

HAVE YOU BEEN BAD OR VERY VERY GOOD? COME ON DOWN TO THE WORKSHOP COME ON DOWN YOU KNOW YOU SHOULD
WE'RE BUSY MAKING TOYS FOR GROWN UP GIRLS AND BOYS
SPECIAL AIDS TO HELP YOU THROUGH DAYS AND NIGHTS OF SOLITUDE
WE'VE GOT:
STUDDED CASES ATTACHE DOUBLE ARMED TOOLBOX TWO CAN PLAY
REEZO DEPTHOMETERS SUITED TO YOUR NEEDS PUMPING PIT AND PLAYROOM VARI-SPEED
AT THE WORKSHOP

WE CAN MARK YOU FOR LIFE THIS WEEK'S FIRST PRIZE AWARDED TO THE BEST SCAR TISSUE
DISCOUNT PRICE ALL MONTH LONG
AND REMEMBER WE LOVE YOU

COME ON DOWN TO THE WORKSHOP THE PLACE TO BE WHEN YOU'RE HOT
OR FEELING LOW RUN DOWN AND SLOW COME ON DOWN TO THE WORKSHOP

OUR LIST INCLUDES SWEATSHOP MANUFACTURED WORKOUTS
BANK CARD TITILATION IN AND OUT COME INTRUDE COME UNGLUED
IT HURTS OF COURSE BUT REMEMBER NO PAIN NO GAIN
THERES A VIRGIN LURKING INSIDE OF YOU
YOU WANT YOUR SIX PACK ABDO EROZONE LUBE JOB ON DEMAND DONCHA?
WE'VE GOT: DEPRESSION NEGATORS BI-POLAR FIBULATORS MACHINE SESSIONS WITH PROFESSIONAL TRAINERS
GUARANTEED TO BE BETTER LOOKING THAN RAINIER
IT HURTS OF COURSE BUT REMEMBER NO PAIN NO GAIN
THERE'S A VIRGIN LURKING IN ALL OF US
MACHINE SESSIONS FOR EVERY NEED
PUMP ACTION INSTRUMENTS GUARANTEED TO DRIVE YOU INTO A FRENZY DISCOUNT PRICES ALL NIGHT LONG
AND DON'T FORGET WE LOVE YOU


the weathermen

Belly - The Bees

I steal a piece of your diary
I don't think that looks like me
Am I so cold, now that I'm older
I tell you stories, that doesn't mean you know me

If your heart is not on my side
You're not on my side anymore
So come at me with mouth open wide
And I, like a jerk, I crawl inside

From Autumn to Ashes - Short Stories with Tragic Endings

(Did you ever look, did you ever see that one person,
and the subtle way that they do these things and it hurts so much?
So much like choking down the embers of a great blaze.
It's that moment when your eyes seem to spread aspersions
and to scream confessions at the insipid sky parting clouds.
You let this one person come down in the most perfect moment.
And it breaks my heart to know the only reason you are here now is
A reminder of what I'll never have
I'll never have... I'll never...
Standing so close knowing that it kills me to breathe you in.
Standing so close knowing that it kills me to breathe you in.
But this table for one has become bearable.
I now take comfort in this, and for this, I cherish you
Did you ever look, did you ever see that one person
and the subtle way that they do these things and it hurts so much?
So much like choking down the embers of a great blaze.
It's that moment when your eyes seem to spread aspersions
and to scream confessions at the insipid sky parting clouds.
And you let this one person come down, come down.
I cherish you...I cherish you.
Just say you would do the same for me.
Just say you would do the same for me.
Say you would do the same...
Just say you would do the same for me.
For as much as I love Autumn,
I'm giving myself to Ashes.)

I cry everytime i listen to this, it gets my guts all in a twist.

So you been to school for a year or two
And you know you've seen it all
In daddy's car thinkin' you'll go far
Back east your type don't crawl
Play ethnicky jazz to parade your snazz
On your five grand stereo
Braggin that you know how the niggers feel cold
And the slums got so much soul

It's time to taste what you most fear
Right Guard will not help you here
Brace yourself, my dear

It's a holiday in Cambodia
It's tough kid, but it's life
It's a holiday in Cambodia
Don't forget to pack a wife

Your a star-belly sneech you suck like a leech
You want everyone to act like you
Kiss ass while you bitch so you can get rich
But your boss gets richer on you
Well you'll work harder with a gun in your back
For a bowl of rice a day
Slave for soldiers til you starve
Then your head skewered on a stake
Now you can go where people are one
Now you can go where they get things done
What you need my son:

Is a holiday in Cambodia
Where people dress in black
A holiday in Cambodia
Where you'll kiss ass or crack

Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot [etc.]

And it's a holiday in Cambodia
Where you'll do what you're told
A holiday in Cambodia
Where the slums got so much soul

I thought about this a bit and decided that after all this time, even though Pol Pot is long gone, that the topical regime is really just decorous and that these were still the most intense for me.

Shed for You - (JAZZ BLAST)
as she walked by i saw exactly where your eyes met her,
and as you smirked back at me i felt embarrassed.
i feel embarrassed because i know the stupid conversations
that follow after she leaves the room.
"oh man, did you see that? i'd love to screw her."
stripped of her dignity, she leaves the room without a second thought.
and without a second thought
you've reduced her to an object.
while i go through the motions of humoring you,
where do you draw the line?
you probably wouldn't even hesitate at saying
"dead women can't say "no""

Secret by Adam Sandler is probably the most lyrically intense dance track of the last few years. To post the lyrics would ruin the song for those that haven't heard it yet.

i want to be more like the ocean, man
no talking
all action..

jane's
ocean size

mx