[Closed] Favourite lyrics...

[i]Everybody in love, go on put your hands up. [/i]

Gets me every time.

I deliberately held off quoting from the JLS [i]oeuvre[/i], DD - I know how much it means to you.

There is power in a factory, power in the land
Power in the hands of a worker
But it all amounts to nothing if together we don't stand
There is power in a Union

The stoic frowns and knits his brow,
The censor wants to stop us,
The critic hates my guileless prose,
My simple modern opus,
My cheerful, unaffected style,
Is everyman in his humour,
My candid pen narrates his joys,
Refusing to philosophise,
Epicurean, Epicurean, Epicurean, Epicure-ran.

and

I was a teenage stamp collector,
I'd lay on my back and you'd stamp on my face,
And in the towns where I live,
There's stamp collectors all over the place.

and

I know this will sound a mite uncool,
Please be my wife,
I've spent twenty-one years on and of this world,
And you're the loveliest creature in my life,
I really don't know what to do,
And all the things you put me through,
There is no sense in going on,

All songs by Cud, the finest lyricisists in the history of Leeds indie bands. Tru genius and all singable at top volume.

Cheers noteeth

the boss:

The screen door slams
Mary's dress waves
Like a vision she dances across the porch
As the radio plays
Roy Orbison singing for the lonely
Hey that's me and I want you only
Don't turn me home again
I just can't face myself alone again
Don't run back inside
darling you know just what I'm here for
So you're scared and you're thinking
That maybe we ain't that young anymore
Show a little faith, there's magic in the night
You ain't a beauty, but hey you're alright
Oh and that's alright with me

The Jam, 1978

I first felt a fist, and then a kick
I could now smell their breath.
They smelt of pubs and Wormwood Scrubs
And too many right wing meetings
My life swam around me
It took a look and drowned me in its own existence
The smell of brown leather
It blended in with the weather
It filled my eyes, ears, nose and mouth
It blocked all my senses
Couldn't see, hear, speak any longer

And I'm down in the tube station at midnight

So gravity came
And stole the temple that the schoolboys praised
And the crowd shuffled in
You're getting drinks for the same boys
Who once bought you everything
And the powder on the bar was just this one time
The powder on the bar was just this one night
Only to get by

More or less anything by the Gaslight Anthem is pretty dang good

Just a little pin prick.
There’ll be no more, aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh,
But you may feel a little sick.

Probably more because of the delivery of the words, but for me it is always a 'turn it up' moment.

Where once were men are now but sheep
- a fiction and far cry
From planet earth's proud animal
- who would be you and I.
Alas, our forebears drank the cup of poisoned alibi
And made excuses far and wide,
and made God in the sky.

This boogaloo's now round the world
- bad trips for everyone.
No more the man of paradise
or the Celt of Albion.
They queue like burning moths to spread the all-time vicious lie.
You christians destroyed our tribe
- I'll fight you till I die.

And you can cut me down for what I said
But goodness lives where God is dead.

The history of religion is the history of the State
Incestuous exploiters of a catalogue of hate.
The man of peace was over-run by armies of the "Lord"
Who signed their names to any war
and sang to praise the sword.

The mission heads for outer space
the voices ring and swell
With aeons of self-righteousness
the senseless echoes knell

The words get much more meaningless
- even plainer to tell
That those who would pronounce this God
are those who make this hell.

And you can cut me down for what I said
But goodness lives where God is dead.

Love is the great triumph over Christianity.
She made a fool of silly priests. She mocked authority.
She filled her bed with happiness. She gripped his loins for joy
And felt ecstatic agonies and screamed the sweetest cry.
Her children are the legacy of failure to be chained
An everasting mutiny of flowers where it rained.
They rise out of oppression
They speak with one accord.
The fountains breath - the spirit lives -
The future rests assured.

And to say that God is dead presupposes that
he was at some time alive.
Ooooo what a young fool I am.

You're not sure who you might have been,
Or who you now should be.
Or what you ought to write on walls,
Or why you want to be free.
And then you start to panic 'cos the inspiration's there,
But you don't know how to use it and anyway no one seems to care....

Subhumans, Waste of Breath.

"So i Open my door to my enemies,
and ask could we wipe the slate clean?
They tell me to please go f*ck myself,
sometimes you just cant win."

Pink Floyd - Lost for Words (The Division Bell)

the boss:

The screen door slams
Mary's dress waves
Like a vision she dances across the porch
As the radio plays
Roy Orbison singing for the lonely
Hey that's me and I want you only
Don't turn me home again
I just can't face myself alone again
Don't run back inside
darling you know just what I'm here for
So you're scared and you're thinking
That maybe we ain't that young anymore
Show a little faith, there's magic in the night
You ain't a beauty, but hey you're alright
Oh and that's alright with me

This. And about a million songs by Mr Springsteen.

Mine would probably be:

We want a band that plays loud and hard every night
And doesn't care how many people are counted at the door
That would travel one million miles
and ask for nothing but a plate of food and a place to rest

They'd strike chords that cut like a knife
It'd mean so much more than a t-shirt or a ticket stub
They would stop at nothing short of a massacre
And everyone would leave with the memory there was no place else in the world
And this was where they always belonged

And we would dance like no one was watching
With one fist in the air
Our arenas just basements
and bookstores across an underground America
With this fire we could light
With this fire we could (light)

Just gimme a scene where the music is free
And the beer is not the life of the party
And there's no need to shit talk or impress
'Cause honesty and emotion are not looked down upon

And every promise that's made and bragged
is meant if not kept
We'd do it all because we have to, not because we know why
Beyond a gender, race, and class,
we could find what really holds us back

Let's make everybody sing
That they are the beginning and ending of everything
And we are stronger than everything they taught us that we should fear

[b]Jeff Buckley- Lover, you should have come over[/b]

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

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

All bow down to the lyrical genius of the Macc Lads

Well - She wore big knickers and she worked on't sewage farm.
Got my hands down her jeans and I nearly lost half my arm.
But after ten pints, she looked quite fit,
Couldn't wait to get my hands on her flabby tits.
Sweaty Betty Sweaty Betty.

Well I said Slap that and ride the ripples, just got to get my gob round her greasy nipples.

Flabby arse, sweaty breasts, thirty eight chins, she was a mound of flesh.

Sweaty Betty, she eats a lot of pies,
Sweaty Betty, she's got enormous thighs,
Sweaty Betty, have you smelled her breath?
Sweaty Betty, she'd crush a man to death.

An' I knew that she wanted me to shag her, so I stabbed her **** with my mutton dagger.

I couldn't believe the size of her bum,
She used to play for Wigan at the back of the scrum.
Sweaty Betty Sweaty Betty Sweaty Betty Sweaty Betty
I've seen nowt like it since the day I was born,
But you know me, I'll shag owt that's warm.

Sweaty Betty, she eats a lot of chips,
Sweaty Betty, she's got massive tits,
Sweaty Betty, she's got a huge vagina,
Sweaty Betty, you'd fit a bus inside her,

She's so obscene, three tons of margarine,
She's like a lump of lard
She makes my willy hard.

Mine eyes have seen the glory,of the sacred wonderkind,
You took me behind,a disused railway line,
You said I know a place where we can go,
Where we are not known,
And you gave me something that I won't forget too soon.

(The Smith - You've got everything now)

Or,

So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell,
Blue skys from pain.
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?

And did they get you to trade
Your heros for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange
A walk on part in the war
For a lead role in a cage?

How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl,
Year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found?
The same old fears.
Wish you were here.

(Pink Floyd - Wish you were here)

Oh and,

Lawnmower Death - Sumo Rabbit And His Inescapable Trap Of Doom

When Sumo Rabbit was let out of his hutch,
You couldn't believe a rabbit looked to butch,
His muscles ripped, there is death within his eyes,
Other forms of life are things he does despise.
Sumo Rabbit goes to nightclubs to kick some trendy ass,
Thye drinks Nuclear Brown so he can have the glass,
Then without a warning, he crushes it in his paw,
Then without a flicker, he'll stuff it in your jaw.
Then he goes to a food-bar to hassle the ****in' owner,
He starts by telling others that they are all?
Then he has some food but won't pay lot the bill,
THen to top the lot he goes inh for the kill.
Sumo
Into the fighting ring to everyone's surprise,
Sumo throws a rabbit turd between his opponent's eyes,
With a crash and an ear-splitting squeek,
For his opponent it's the end of the ****in' week.

Cafe bars, idiots and pigeons;
There's far too many in this town.
Me and the Ombudsman, we're gonna do what we can,
When the evening sun goes down.

Half Man Half Biscuit.

[i]Rah rah ah-ah-ah!
Ro mah ro-mah-mah
Gaga Ooh-la-la!
Want your bad romance[/i]

Well, we bursted out of class
Had to get away from those fools
[b]We learned more from a 3-minute record, baby
Than we ever learned in school[/b]
Tonight I hear the neighborhood drummer sound
I can feel my heart begin to pound
You say you're tired and you just want to close your eyes
And follow your dreams down

Bruce, No Surrender

"if your so special then why arent you dead" The Breeders

The time I think More clearly, The time I drift away,
Is on the bus-ride that meanders up these valleys of green and grey,
I get to think what might have been and what may yet come true,
and I get to pass the rainy mile thinking of you,
and all the while, all the while, I still hear that call,
to the land of gold and poison that beckons to us all.

Son I'm thirty.
I only went with your mother cos she's dirty.
And I don't have a decent bone in me.
What you get is just what you see

hey up my love i've got a suggestion
Hey up my love I have got an erection
Hey up my love do you want a meat injection
Your eyes are beautiful brown
Get your knickers down

And I did all that from memory: oops:

Went to see them as a yoof 17 ish and was amazed that the crowd took them seriously and it was like a BNP march without the peaceful vibes sacred me shittless at the gig and never listened to them since... it was a girl wot got me into them.

[b]Arctic Monkeys Mardy Bum[/b]

Well now then Mardy Bum
I've seen your frown
And it's like looking down the barrel of a gun
And it goes off
And out come all these words
Oh there's a very pleasant side to you
A side I much prefer
It's one that laughs and jokes around
Remember cuddles in the kitchen
Yeah, to get things off the ground
And it was all up, up and away
Oh, but it's right hard to remember, yeah
On a day like today when you're all argumentative
And you've got the face on

Well now then Mardy Bum
Oh I'm in trouble again, aren't I
I thought as much
Cause you turned over there
Pulling that silent disappointment face
The one that I can't bear

[b]Squeeze Up the Junction[/b]

This morning at four fifty
I took her rather nifty
Down to an incubator
Where thirty minutes later
She gave birth to a daughter
Within a year a walker
She looked just like her mother
If there could be another

And now she's two years older
Her mother's with a soldier
She left me when my drinking
Became a proper stinging
The devil came and took me
From bar to street to bookie
No more nights by the telly
No more nights nappies smelly

Imagine the future
Wake up with a scream
I was buying some feelings
From a vending machine
Say that I will see
Something more than I have
There's something inside of me
Crying out for something else
And if someone hears my scream
Put it in a letter to me
Slippery slidey road down

The fun never stops round these parts 🙂

The time I think More clearly, The time I drift away,
Is on the bus-ride that meanders up these valleys of green and grey,
I get to think what might have been and what may yet come true,
and I get to pass the rainy mile thinking of you,
and all the while, all the while, I still hear that call,
to the land of gold and poison that beckons to us all.

Yorkshireman?
Can't believe I was beaten to it 8)

I’ve got a bike, you can ride it if you like.
It’s got a basket, a bell that rings and things to make it look good.
I’d give it to you if I could but I borrowed it.

Bike – Pink Floyd 1967

Like a pig pulling a cartload of sausages, i'm drawing my own conclusions. (Julian Cope)

Darling, show me a place where the paint is made that colours the world, where the light is created that makes shine the splendour of the dawn, the lines and shapes of all form, the sound that fills the orbit. Show me the thought that illuminates the darkness of the void.
(Julian Cope - Jellypop Perky Jean)

I saw teenage girls like gaudy moths
A classrooms shabby butterflies
Flirt in the glow of stranded telephone boxes;
Planning white lace weddings from smeared hearts and token proclamations,
Rolled from stolen lipsticks across the razored webs of glass
Sharing cigarettes with experience
With her giggling jealous confidantes,
She faithfully traces his name
With quick bitten fingernails
Through the tears of condensation
That'll cry through the night
As the glancing headlights of the last bus
Kiss adolescence goodbye

I saw an x-ray of a girl passing gas.

Butthole Surfers.

Lime and limpid green
a second scene,
A fight between the blue
you once knew.
Floating down the sound resounds
Around the icy waters underground
Jupiter and Saturn
Oberon Miranda and Titania
Neptune Titan
Stars can frighten

Blinding signs flap flicker flicker flicker
Blam pow pow
Stairway scare Dan Dare,who's there?

Lime and limpid green
The sound surrounds the icy waters under
Lime and limpid green
The sound surrounds the icy waters
Underground

Pink Floyd, [i]'Astronomy Domine'[/i].

I can't remember anything
Can't tell if this is true or dream
Deep down inside I feel the scream
This terrible silence stops it there

Now that the war is through with me
I'm waking up, I cannot see
That there's not much left of me
Nothing is real but pain now

Hold my breath as I wish for death
Oh please god, help me

Back in the womb it's much too real
In pumps life that I must feel
But can't look forward to reveal
Look to the time when I'll live

Fed through the tube that sticks in me
Just like a wartime novelty
Tied to machines that make me be
Cut this life off from me

Hold my breath as I wish for death
Oh please god, wake me

Now the world is gone I'm just one
Oh god, help me

Hold my breath as I wish for death
Oh please god, help me

Darkness imprisoning me
All that I see
Absolute horror
I cannot live
I cannot die
Trapped in myself
Body my holding cell

Landmines has taken my sight
Taken my speech
Taken my hearing
Taken my arms
Taken my legs
Taken my soul
Left me with life in hell

Metallica; [i]'One'[/i].

Moving like a tortoise
Full of rigor-mortis

NWA - Express yourself

People stare and cross the road from me
And jungle drums they all clear the way for me
Can you read my mind, can you see in the snow
And fiery demons all dance when you walk through that door
[b]Don't say you're easy on me, you're about as easy as a nuclear war[/b]
There's a dream that strings the road
With broken glass for us to hold
And I cut so far before I have to say

The scouse rawness of Paul McCartney in 'For No One' singing 'you won't forget her'

Binners + 100000000000000000000000000
Mrs toys19 is called Betty and this is her, brings a tear to my eye every time, shoulda had this at my wedding.

No-one's ever going to talk down to me again
No-one's ever going to patronise me again
Going to get out of this town,
Steal myself a crown,
Gonna get back all the bastards who ever tried
To put me down

"There must be some kinda way out of here"
Said the joker to the thief
"There's too much confusion
I can't get no relief"

"Businessmen, they, they drink my wine
Plowmen dig my earth
None will level on the line
Nobody of it is worth", hey

"No reason to get excited"
The thief, he kindly spoke
"There are many here among us
Who feel that life is but a joke"

"But you and I, we've been through that
And this is not our fate
So let us not talk falsely now
The hour is getting late", hey

Hey

All along the watchtower
Princes kept the view
While all the women came and went
Barefoot servants too

Outside in the cold distance
A wildcat did growl
Two riders were approaching
And the wind began to howl, hey

All along the watchtower
All along the watchtower

I plant the kind of kiss
That wouldn't wake a baby
On the self same face
The lie wouldn't let me sleep
And the street is singing with my feet
And dawn gives me a shadow I know to be taller
All down to you, dear
Everything has changed

My sorry name
Has made it to graffiti
I was looking for
Someone to complete me
Not anymore, dear.
Everything has changed

You make the moon a mirrorball
The streets an empty stage
The city's sirens, violins
Everything has changed

So lift off love
All down to you, dear
And lift off love
All down to you, dear

And we took the town to town last night
We kissed like we invented it
And now I know what every step is for
To lead me to your door
Know that while you sleep
Everything has changed

You make the moon a mirrorball
The streets an empty stage
The city's sirens, violins
Everything has changed.
Everything has changed.
Everything has changed

And they played it when we went to see them, just so beautiful

Right, own up: which one of you lot has nicked my Piper at the Gates of Dawn CD? Hmm?

I want it back asap or there'll be trouble, mark my words... 😡

What, no Clash?!

White riot - I wanna riot
White riot - a riot of my own
White riot - I wanna riot
White riot - a riot of my own

Black people gotta lot a problems
But they don't mind throwing a brick
White people go to school
Where they teach you how to be thick

An' everybody's doing
Just what they're told to
An' nobody wants
To go to jail!

White riot - I wanna riot
White riot - a riot of my own
White riot - I wanna riot
White riot - a riot of my own

All the power's in the hands
Of people rich enough to buy it
While we walk the street
Too chicken to even try it

Everybody's doing
Just what they're told to
Nobody wants
To go to jail!

White riot - I wanna riot
White riot - a riot of my own
White riot - I wanna riot
White riot - a riot of my own

Are you taking over
or are you taking orders?
Are you going backwards
Or are you going forwards?

Rehearsals afoot for the Christmas Play
It’s called “Roll The Square Arthur” and mind what you say
It’s a cricketing farce with a thickening plot
Act One, Scene One – Brenda Blethyn gets shot
Graduated to solids disturbingly early
Graduated to solids disturbingly early
Oh the mummers, the poppers
The Best Of The Coppers
Anyone can join in so I discarded my jeans
And played wine-maddened Pentheus, the King of Thebes
And some Bloomsbury peripheral said I had the best line
Check your sheds, check your sheds, I think I’ve lost my mind!

From: Half Man Half Biscuit: We Built This Village On A Trad. Arr. Tune - lyrics http://www.chrisrand.com/hmhb/achtung-bono-2005/we-built-this-village-on-a-trad-arr-tune/#ixzz1LVakMtso

Huge selection that I could have chosen by HMHB. Ah, not forgetting:

"I’ve only got 3 bullets and there’s 4 in Motley Crue"

The time I think More clearly, The time I drift away,
Is on the bus-ride that meanders up these valleys of green and grey,
I get to think what might have been and what may yet come true,
and I get to pass the rainy mile thinking of you,
and all the while, all the while, I still hear that call,
to the land of gold and poison that beckons to us all.

[i]nothing changes here very much
you used to say it never will
the pubs are all full on friday nights
and things get started still
we spent hours last week with Billy boy
bleeding, queuing in casualty
staring at the posters we used to laugh about
never-never land, palm trees by the sea

well there was no need for those guys to hurt him so bad
when all they had to do was knock him down
but no-one asks any questions, not any more
since you left this town

and tomorrow brings another train
another young brave steals away
you're the one I remember
from the valleys of the green and the grey[/i]

a mighty fine choice sir!

We were a joke at our own record label
They told us, "Make a record, if you're able"
They told us not to take too many chances
And we pissed away our big advances
The producer we got was a jerk
but White Punks was one song that worked
It was shot in the dark that just missed the mark

inflammation of the foreskin, reminds me of your smile

Monty Python's Sexually Transmitted Diseases love song (quite possibly the greatest opening line of any song)

Ambition is a beast, accomplishment is what I feed it.

Rich - Run This Town[/url]

I feel the pressure, under more scrutiny. And what I do? Act more stupidly.

West - Can't Tell Me Nothing[/url]

"I had so many problems, and then i got me a walkman"
From,
"I Heard Ramona Sing"
Frank Black.

Does anyone wade through all this self-indulgent crap actually reading it?

Just wondered...

I'd kill myself for you,
I'd kill you for myself.

Pantera - This Love

Well she's walking through the clouds
With a circus mind that's running round
Butterflies and zebras
And moonbeams and fairy tales
That's all she ever thinks about
Riding with the wind.

When I'm sad, she comes to me
With a thousand smiles, she gives to me free
It's alright she says it's alright
Take anything you want from me,
Anything.

I read all the ones with one or two stanzas. Have you no soul?

binners - Member
Son I'm thirty.
I only went with your mother cos she's dirty.
And I don't have a decent bone in me.
What you get is just what you see

I get laughed at
I wanna be like you, dude
If you're a target
Then I guess I'm one too

I don't believe you, but I won't believe them too
You mount, and I got nothing left to do
Of problem's that I think of in my sleep
I don't want nothing, nothing wrong with me

I get laughed at
I wanna be like you, dude
If you're a target
Then I guess I'm one too

No matter what
I'm already gone

No matter what
I can't think at all

And your face is all see, I'll tell you why
When you hurry past me, don't believe that I
Just wanna make you breach security
My world gets ugly when you're not with me

I get laughed at
I wanna be like you, dude
If you're a target
Then I guess I'm one too

[b]NO AGE - YOU'RE A TARGET[/b]

Not the best ever lyrics but I like listening to it

Expectations, Belle & Sebastien

Tell Veronica the secrets of the boy you never kissed
She’s got everything to gain cause she’s a fat girl with a lisp
She sticks up for you when you get aggravation from the snobs
cause you cant afford a blazer, girl you’re always wearing clogs

Nostalgically: Change in the house of flies, The Deftones. From my first proper girlfriend, "our song".

I've watched you change
Into a fly
I looked away
You were on fire
I watched a change
In you
It's like you never
Had wings
Now you feel
So Alive
I've watched you change
I took you home
Set you on the glass
I pulled off your wings
Then I laughed
I watched a change
In you
It's like you never
Had wings
Now you feel
So alive
I've watched you change
It's like you never
Had wings ahhh ahh ahhh
I look at the cross
Then I look away
Give you the gun
Blow me away
I've watched a change
In you
It's like you never
Had wings
Now you feel
So Alive
I've watched you change.
Now you feel Alive
You Feel Alive
I've watched you change
It's like you never
Had wings ahhh ahh ahhh

We had a complex relationship!

Does anyone wade through all this self-indulgent crap actually reading it?

Just wondered...

What song is that from 😉

This always weaves a story in my head; The Partisan by Leonard Cohen

When they poured across the border
I was cautioned to surrender,
this I could not do;
I took my gun and vanished.

I have changed my name so often,
I've lost my wife and children
but I have many friends,
and some of them are with me.

An old woman gave us shelter,
kept us hidden in the garret,
then the soldiers came;
she died without a whisper.

There were three of us this morning
I'm the only one this evening
but I must go on;
the frontiers are my prison.

Oh, the wind, the wind is blowing,
through the graves the wind is blowing,
freedom soon will come;
then we'll come from the shadows.

Les Allemands étaient chez moi,
ils me disent, "résigne toi,"
mais je n'ai pas peur;
j'ai repris mon arme.
J'ai changé cent fois de nom,
j'ai perdu femme et enfants
mais j'ai tant d'amis;
j'ai la France entière.
Un vieil homme dans un grenier
pour la nuit nous a caché,
les Allemands l'ont pris;
il est mort sans surprise.

[The Germans were at my home
They said, "Surrender yourself"
But I am not afraid
I have retaken my weapon
I have changed names a hundred times
I have lost wife and children
But I have so many friends
I have all of France
An old man, in an attic
Hid us for the night
The Germans captured him
He died without surprise.]

Oh, the wind, the wind is blowing,
through the graves the wind is blowing,
freedom soon will come;
then we'll come from the shadows.

This from Nick Cave

"I will kneel at your feet
I will lie at your door
I will rock you to sleep
I will roll on the floor
And I'll ask for nothing
Nothing in this life
I'll ask for nothing
Give me ever-lasting life"

and these from Placebo

"Farewell the ashtray girl
Forbidden snowflake
Beware this troubled world
Watch out for earthquakes
Goodbye to open sores
To broken centre floor
We know we miss her
We miss her picture "
....

"I'm unclean, a libertine
And every time you vent your spleen,
I seem to lose the power of speech,
You're slipping slowly from my reach.
You grow me like an evergreen,
You never see the love in me at all"

All the lyrics from Tattooed Beat Messiah by Zodiac Mindwarp And The Love Reaction.....

Filthy, dirty, rock n roll yeah 😀

Excellent thread!

johnners - Member

Does anyone wade through all this self-indulgent crap actually reading it?

Just wondered...

Yes, course - don't just post to hear the sound of my own bloody voice, what would be the point in that?

Beej, you're right, far to many brilliant Half Man Half Biscuit lyrics to choose from.

But lets have another go anyway 😀

Well my name it is Dai Young
I’m the King of Welsh Goth
The village I come from
Is near Abersoch
I was brought up on Bauhaus
And black bedroom walls
And I had my first Snakebite
When I was in halls

Now the graveyard is calling
The sky’s getting greyer
I’ll drink the warm blood of
The Borough Surveyor
And I’ll murder the verger
I’ve seen how he gawps
And I’ll write on his headstone:
“Here lies Jones the Corpse”

Now my overweight girlfriend
She sits and she crimps
Her mother’s convinced she’s
Communing with imps
Her brother’s alright though
He’s a good lad is Wilf
‘Cos he’s into Placebo
And Cradle Of Filth

At my gig up in Butlins
The Redcoats complained
They tried to remove me
The bottles they rained
But for the first time in history
I didn’t run and hide
And the scousers in shellsuits
Had goths on their side

Now this Land Of My Fathers
It don’t suit my needs
I’d rather be some place
Like Bradford or Leeds
Where the Gipton teenagers
Could meet in my shed
For advice on mascara
And all things undead

Now my left index finger
Is nine inches long
It’s hovering over
A world that’s gone wrong
Ask me to Prestatyn
And that’s what I’ll do
And we’ll all die together
And Dylan can’t sue

The ammunition's been passed,
And the lords been praised
But the wars on the television will never be explained
All the bankers getting sweaty beneath their white collars
As the pound in their pocket turns
Into a dollar
This is the 51st state of the USA.

always thought this was appropriate for this forum 😉

We need so damn many things
To keep our dazed lives going
Many things
To keep our lives
Lives going
So many things

We need so damn many things
To keep our stupid lives going
Many things
To keep our lives
Lives going
So many things

We can be bound, run around
Fooled animal bite its tail
Animal,
He has been bound
Run around
Around and Round

joolsburger- Great song and album that

[i]Now I'm walkin down the street with some chicken and a forty
I'm yellin at these hoochies and I'm lookin for a party
Drink it fast, make it last, till you know it ain't no mo'
Run outta doe, slap the hoe,
get the do' and go back to that liquor sto'

[Chorus - repeat 4X]
Afroman likes tall cans

Now I'm a afroholic, call me Afroman
Love to sag my khakis with a tall can
My homies pop the forty of some St. I's
Now that mother uh! staggerin from side to side
We the loudest homeboys in my neighborhood
We look real bad but we feel so good
My thirst is quenched but my cravin won't extinguish
I need some forty ounce mother uh! Old English
Put the top in my mouth put the bottom to the ceilin
Drink it down down until I get that crazy feelin
Now just walkin down the street with some chicken and a forty
I'm yellin at these hoochies and I'm lookin for a party
Drink it fast, make it last, till you know it ain't no mo'
Run outta doe, slap the hoe,
get the do' and go back to that liquor sto'

[Chorus]

See these girls be actin all bad and rude
Always gotta bad attitude
See I just wanna dance, why can't you get the picture
Act like a brother wanna move in with cha
I gots no fame, I gots no wealth
So I whined up dancin by my God damn self
But I pay my money, just like you
And baby I'ma do what I came to do
You see I can't wait around till I get rich
Just to make yo gold diggin attitude switch
So I'm walkin down the street with some chicken and a forty
I'm yellin at these hoochies and I'm lookin for a party
Drink it fast, make it last, till you know it ain't no mo'
Run outta doe, slap the hoe,
get the do' and go back to that liquor sto'
etc etc[/i]

Genius 😀

While riding on a train goin' west
I feel asleep for take my a rest
I dreamed a dream that make me sad
Concerning myself and the first few friends I had.

With half-damp eyes I stared to the room
Where my friends and I spent many an afternoon
Where we together weathered many a storm
Laughin' and singing 'till the early hours of the morn'.

By the old wooden stove where our hats was hung
Our words were told, our songs were songs
Where we longed for nothin' and were satisfied
Joking and talking about the world outside.

With haunted hearts through the heat and cold
We never thought we could ever get very old
We thought we could sit forever in fun
Our chances really was a million to one.

As easy it was to tell black from white
It was all that easy to tell wrong from right
And our choices they were few and the thought never hit
That the one road we traveled would ever shatter and split.

How many a year has passed and gone
Many a gamble has been lost and won
And many a road taken by many a first friend
And each one I've never seen again.

I wish, I wish, I wish in vain
That we could sit simply in that room again
Ten thousand dollars at the drop of a hat
I'd give it all gladly if our lives could be like that.

With you in that dress
My thoughts, I confess
Verge on dirty.
Ah, come on Eileen

and acca dacca...

I'm living in a nightmare
She's looking like a wet dream
I got myself a Cadillac
But I can't afford the gasoline

"Please allow me to introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste
I've been around for a long, long year
Stole many a man's soul and fate

I was 'round when Jesus Christ
Had his moments of doubt and pain
Made damn sure that Pilate
Washed his hands and sealed his fate

Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game

I stuck around St. Petersburg
When I saw it was a time for a change
Killed the Czar and his ministers
Anastasia screamed in vain

I rode a tank
Held a General's rank
When the Blitzkrieg raged
And the bodies stank"
------------------------------
"Somewhere, between heaven and the landing ramp is the sacred mathematics of chance, the calculated risk, and the wind whipping you in the f%ing eyes, and the sharp metallic taste of life and death.

And there is a moment of utter calm there in midair. A moment of sheer silence and peace before you hear, as if in a dream, the sound of your own voice going "oh shit".

Evel Knievel at the top of his takeoff ramp in 1967, with a f%ing earthquake in his chest and all 30 feet of intestines clenched against the concrete's puckered lips. Evel saying goodbye to the mother of his kids. Daddy's job is dangerous. Daddy's job is to swim out further and further into the ocean. He comes back to them broken and never for very long.

At a press conference he tells the reporter, "This is what you call a one shot deal and I don't come back for any late show, honey. No I have not practiced the jump, because there is no use practicing something you cannot miss, and if I miss the jump in a test run that means I'm dead and I will not ever get to do it for real, so this is what you call a f%king one shot deal. ""
[i]B Dolan, "Skycycle Blues"[/i]

Mmm. Let's see. 2010 solo-airs probably. Not a fan of the 2-step versions.

Yeah. Them my fave lyrics.
😆

One that makes me smile by Dre...

You can give me some head, but keep the breakfast in bed
I'd rather spend my morning digging through some records instead

Lyrically my favourite album is 'Illmatic' by Nas. Pretty much the whole thing is genius.

We owe you nothing
You have no control
You are not what you own

merchandise - fugazi

alternatively:

how many times can you bounce up and down
on satans big ol trampoline?
i do not know
but i`ll let you have a go
on satans big ol trampoline

satans trampoline - lawnmower deth

I love this verse from 'Brother my cup is empty ' By Nick Cave

Well I've been sliding down on rainbows
Well I've been swinging from the stars
Now this wretch in beggars clothing
Bangs his cup across the bars
Look, this cup of mine is empty!
Seems I've misplaced my desires
Seems I'm sweeping up the ashes
Of all my former fires
So brother, be a brother
And fill this tiny cup of mine
And please, sir, make it whiskey
For I have no head for wine

"tomorrow holds no promise, live life while you can"
"if it was you or the sun, i'd chose eternal darkness to spend one more moment with you"

"freedom comes from inside" - textures

"without my existence
you are nothing
without my affection
you wilt… you wilt"
- The Dillinger Escape Plan - Sunshine the werewolf (quite possibly my favourite vocal section in a metal track, pure venom and anger)

+1 Emsz, going to have that playing at my wedding in two weeks time whilst we sign the registers! 1st dance has now been changed from Take That to 'One day like this';

Drinking in the morning sun
Blinking in the morning sun
Shaking off the heavy one
Heavy like a loaded gun

What made me behave that way?
Using words I never say
I can only think it must be love
Oh, anyway, it's looking like a beautiful day

Someone tell me how I feel
It's silly wrong but vivid right
Oh, kiss me like the final meal
Yeah, kiss me like we die tonight

Cause holy cow, I love your eyes
And only now I see the light
Yeah, lying with me half-awake
Oh, anyway, it's looking like a beautiful day

When my face is chamois-creased
If you think I'll wink, I did
Laugh politely at repeats
Yeah, kiss me when my lips are thin

Cause holy cow, I love your eyes
And only now I see you like
Yeah, lying with me half-awake
Stumbling over what to say
Well, anyway, it's looking like a beautiful day

So throw those curtains wide!
One day like this a year'd see me right!

One that always stops me in my tracks, in fact most of that album does;

"i think it's dark and it looks like rain" you said
"and the wind is blowing like it's the end of the
world" you said "and it's so cold it's like the
cold if you were dead" and then you smiled for
a second.

"i think i'm old and i'm in pain" you said
"and it's all running out like it's the end of the
world" you said "and it's so cold it's like the
cold if you were dead" and then you smiled for
a second

sometimes you make me feel like i'm living at
the edge of the world like i'm living at the edge
of the world "it's just the way i smile" you said

The Cure 'Plainsong'

[i]Working on a sex farm
Trying to raise some hard love
Getting out my pitch fork
Poking your hay

Scratching in your hen house
Sniffing at your feedbag
Slipping out your back door
Leaving my spray

Sex farm woman, I'm gonna mow you down
Sex farm woman, I'll rake and hoe you down
Sex farm woman, don't you see my silo rising high?

Working on a sex farm
Hosing down your barn door
Bothering your livestock
They know what I need

Working up a hot sweat
Crouching in your pea patch
Plowing through your bean field
Planting my seed

Sex farm woman, I'll be your hired hand
Sex farm woman, I'll let my offer stand
Sex farm woman, don't you hear my tractor rumbling by?

Working on a sex farm
Trying to raise some hard love
Getting out my pitch fork
Poking your hay[/i]

All the lyrics from Tattooed Beat Messiah by Zodiac Mindwarp And The Love Reaction.....

Oh yes.

For balance
[i]So I broke into the palace
With a sponge and rusty hammer
She said 'Eh, I know you and you canbot sing
I said 'Thats nothing you should hear me play piano'[/i]

The devine comedy - through a long and sleepless night

Then again you could try just to live your own life
In the way that you find most amusing
I DON'T REALLY CARE!

Or loads of HMHB or Dylan should cover it...

We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have you found? The same old fears.
Wish you were here.

I plant the kind of kiss
That wouldn't wake a baby
On the self same face
The lie wouldn't let me sleep

emsz+1

Saw them this year again, disappointed to not hear anything from AITB but good gig anyway 🙂

other favourite lines..

The man on the door has a head like Mars
Like a baby born to the doors of the bars
Surrounded by steam with his folded arms
He's got that urban genie thing going on

What a beautiful day,
I'm the king of all time,
Nothing is impossible,
In my all powerful mind.

That song, and the rest of the Levellers albums, are in the process of getting me through some particularly tough times.

Gallows have also got some great lyrics 😆

[i]My name is Casanova
I'm basically a man
I have the head of a wolf
The appetite of an entire land
This song is going out to the girls
You're all looking ****ing fine
Baby spread those shaking legs
Because I'm feeling ****ing hungry tonight
I like to feed on broken hearts
There ain't no taste like lovers falling apart

If I offer to buy you a drink
Trust me when I say it's non-alcoholic
You're no good to me if you can't even speak
I don't want you passing out when your sucking my dick
If I offer to buy you a drink
Trust me when I say it's non-alcoholic
I want you to wake up and remember my name
When you're washing my cum off your ****ing face

My name is Casanova
I'm basically a man
I have the head of a wolf
The appetite of an entire land
This song is going out to the girls
You're all looking well buff
I'm sick of all this long term shit
I just wanna ****

I like to feed on broken hearts
There ain't no taste like lovers falling apart

If I offer to buy you a drink
Trust me when I say it's non-alcoholic
You're no good to me if you can't even speak
I don't want you passing out when your sucking my dick
If I offer to buy you a drink
Trust me when I say it's non-alcoholic
I want you to wake up and remember my name
When you're washing my cum off your ****ing face

My name is Casanova
I'm nothing but a beast
Girl the way you're shaking those hips
Has got me ready for a ****ing feast
This song is going out to the girls
I want to feel your body close against mine
Why waste time with conversation
When we can **** for the rest of our lives

The hardest thing you'll ever learn
Is just to love and be loved in return
[/i]

"There are a thousand things" he said "I'll never say those things to you again"
And turning on his heel,
He left a trace of bubbles bleeding in his stead,
And in her head,
A picture of the boy who left her lonely in the rain,
And all around the night sang out like Cockatoos.