Subcultural engagement for the 21st Century...
Barbelith is a new kind of community (find out more)...
You can login or register.

Underground > Conversation >

The All-New, All-Different LYRICS O YR LIFE!

Page: (1)2 3 4 5 6... 12

Matthew Fluxington

17:55 / 07.01.02

People are leaving
In total frustration
The throw up their hands
People are leaving
As I stomp into spring
(that don’t mean a thing)

So:
The angels are making circles
A gift to every naked fat baby
But everyone’s leaving
To look for a new place to dance

And drilling the heart with sparrows
We’ll try to get up from the ages
And re-write the book of the pharaohs
At least add a couple of pages
And dance
Before everyone leaves

The servants are making a promise

We’ll all rise above the depression
The angels are making new circles
A gift to every naked fat baby

("People Are Leaving" by Robert Pollard from the LP 'Waved Out')

[ 08-01-2002: Message edited by: Flux = A Brain In Psychic Peril ]

09:12 / 08.01.02

quote:And re-write the book of the pharaohs?
I sweated blood over the bloody thing too and you want to mickey around with the best couple of pages in it? are you quite mad?

Pin

11:21 / 08.01.02

Can we do that whole "band and song title" thing? I always thought that kinda, ya know, helped...

Matthew Fluxington

17:29 / 08.01.02

Feel the work
Of the tooth-impacting jerks,
Seem to measure you for size,
They got metal in their eyes

We're chasin' performance and several moods
We're chasin' performance and several moods

Times where easy wages fat,
Stumble on inflated stats

Jen, you took me far into a long line.
Divine divine divine divine
Jen, you took me far into a long line.

I can't employ employ the tactics,
Already rented them out to my friend Schnake
the equinox tail- chaser -- super frail

Smoking in the fog,
Set a trap in the mirage,
Well we'll never see the rights
That won't see the libel
They'll file the fine,

Jen, you took me far into a long line.
Divine divine divine divine
Jen, you took me far into a long line.
Divine divine divine divine

-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
("Deado" by The Jicks)

-------

my name is jorge regula
i'm walking down the street
i love you
let's go to the beach

let's so sailing
let's get a bit to eat
let's talk about movies
let's go to sleep

i wake up in the morning
put on my yellow shirt
i get a bite to eat
i go to work

I'm the a/v guy
i'm the afny guy
i'm the piano guy
let's go to sleep

i wrote a new song
it has a good beat
let's talk about movies
let's get a bite to eat

my name is jorge regula
i'm walking down the street
i love you
let's go to sleep

let's go to sleep

("Jorge Regula" by The Moldy Peaches)

[ 08-01-2002: Message edited by: Flux = The Man Who Loves You ]

18:05 / 08.01.02

"You think you're going to live your life alone in darkness and seclusion, (yeah, I know),
You've been out there and tried to mix with those animals,
It left you full of humiliated confusion.
So you stagger back to your room and wait for nothing,
But the solitary refinement of your room spits you back on to the street"

Henry Rollins - Liar.

Regrettable Juvenilia

07:53 / 09.01.02

Some of the clothes
That you stole from your lover's home
Make you glow in the dark
Make you light up the room on your own
Formative years
Were a drag but we passed the time somehow
I'm in cahoots
With the upper classes now

Put it all in a trust fund
She can't touch `till she's twenty-one
Amazing the cruel hand of fate
A tax loss against the state
You had to move three times this year
I'd rather be anywhere but here
The champagne highs and the giddy lights
Are paradise

House guest is here
Can't believe that the vanishing point appeared
Can hardly believe
People live in houses behind trees
Formative years
Were a drag but we passed the time somehow
I'm in cahoots
With the upper classes now

That cunt's really got it sussed
Selling wine, selling drugs
You can get so far with a perishing wit
But the money's in trust - isn't it?
What treasures can you hold and name
You don't have the right face
But the champagne highs and the giddy lights
Are paradise

Some of your friends
From your other life just don't belong
They're crude and they're plain
It's not their fault it's the world they're from

And you can't come here no more
Unless you use the tradesman's door
There's nothing wrong with inherited wealth
If you melt the silver yourself
Put it all in a trust fund
She's an heiress at twenty-one
Ah the champagne highs and the giddy lights
Paradise

Some of the clothes
That you stole from your lovers home
Are better than the clothes
That we stole from the shops on our own
Formative years
Were a drag but we passed the time somehow
I'm in cahoots
With the upper classes now...

- The Auteurs, 'The Upper Classes'

Not my life now, but I remembered that in the original 'L.O.Y.L.' thread, Flux said they could be lyrics appropriate to any period of time in your life... and I just wanted to quote some Luke Haines lyrics. So, that one's for 1996-1999. Lots of good things happened, but good riddance to the forelock tugging and pitiful attempts at social climbing.

[ 09-01-2002: Message edited by: Flyboy ]

Matthew Fluxington

15:05 / 09.01.02

I am an American Aquarium Drinker
I assassin down the avenue
I'm hiding out in the big city blinking
what was I thinking when I let go of you?

Let's forget about the tongue-tied lightning
Let's undress just like cross-eyed strangers
This is not a joke so please stop smiling
What was I thinking when i said it didn't hurt?

I want to glide through those (green) eyes dreaming
Take from the inside, lady hold on tight
You were so right when you said i been drinking
What was i thinking when we said goodnight?

I want to hold you in the bible-black pre-dawn
You're quite a quiet domino, bury me now
Take off your bandaid because i don't believe in touchdowns
What was i thinking when we said hello?

I always thought that if i held you tightly
You'd always love me like you did back then
Then i fell asleep & the city kept blinking
What was I thinking when i let you back in?

I am trying to break your heart

I am trying to break your heart
I used to be lying when I said it wasn't easy
I am trying to break your heart

Disposable Dixie cup drinking
I assassin down the avenue
I'm running out in the big city blinking
What was I thinking when I let go of you?

(I'm the man who loves you...the man who loves you...)
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
("I Am Trying To Break Your Heart" by Wilco)

[ 15-01-2002: Message edited by: Flux = Rad ]

15:27 / 09.01.02

With your long black hair
Covering your face
Perfect teeth behind velvet lips
I fell in love with a mystery
The strangest thing ever happened to me

Well I carved your name
On the hanging tree
And when the sun went down
It went down on me

On fire now
I'm on fire
All over

I'm the jack of hearts
In a loser's game
But if I lose it all
I guess I'll take the blame

On fire now
I'm on fire
All over

With your long black hair
Going down to your hips
With your perfect teeth
Behind your velvet lips
I fell in love with a mystery
Well she's as mean as a witch
But she's a woman to me

On fire now
I'm on fire now
All over.

"On Fire" - Dave Stewart and the Spiritual Cowboys

pointless and uncalled for

16:26 / 09.01.02

They hit me before the case go to trial
Twelve monkeys in a box without a witness to the style
If monkeys on the cock were delicious non stop
Aggravated hemorrhoids burn like TNT the efficient weed crops
Independent as fuck as all senses
You don't apply to my beautiful arrangment (sorry)
I can range from cop killer to rapist to presidential assassin if I chose
Simply for the sake of the derangement, but I don't
And for the specs on my non-technologic pre-produce for lessons
The tune carress tunes of the legends

Feeling a little bit this way today.

Company Flow - Legends.

16:35 / 09.01.02

i like this song.. its like being hugged by music.

Dance Hall Crashers - Cricket

I never thought about it before
Just close your eyes and ignore
The dark that troubles you most
Don't let it be here...
And if you see it again
Hold your breath and pretend
That you're already dead
You'll never be alone

I will always hold your hand
I'll never let you fall,
'cause nothing
Nothing else matters at all......
If you're scared just think of me
'cause you know I'll never let you be...
Anywhere.. but with me.

Forget the story you heard,
Why are you worried about the dirt.
I don't think that you'll mind
When it's your time.
Cause I will be there with you
And we'll figure out what to do
So that you don't get bored.
You'll never be alone;.

I will always hold your hand
I'll never let you fall,
'cause nothing,
Nothing else matters at all...
If your scared just think of me
'cause you know I'll never let you be.
Anywhere... but with me.

So try to sleep with a smile
I promise I'll wait awhile
to make sure that you've moved on
You won't be lost

I will always hold your hand
I'll never let you fall,
cause nothing,
nothing else matters at all....
If your scared just htink of me
cause you know i'll never let you be.
Anywhere... but with me.

18:50 / 09.01.02

Because 13 pages weren't enough? Ok then.

I am afraid of bridges
Sometimes I have to turn around.
When I'm driving towards one my heart begins to pound.
Last night at the bridge to Johnsburg I swerved down a dead end street.
I sat there shaking in an empty lot full of broken glass and weeds.
Then past me in the darkness ran four wild dogs
Leaping over abandoned tires high into the air.
In the air in the air someday I will live in the air.

In the air in the air someday I wil live in the air.
Once I loved a girl named Joan whose skin smelled just like falling snow.
One day she drove us off the road into a dead field of corn.
She laughed and hit the gas as we bounced along the rows
But I held onto the dashboard with my eyes tightly closed.
Those wild dogs brought back that smell of falling snow
And the girl who lives in Johnsburg across a bridge I cannot go.
In the air in the air some day I will live in the air.

~In the Air
~The Handsome Family

cidermonk

23:25 / 09.01.02

chewin' out a rythem on my bubble gum
sun is out i want some

pointless and uncalled for

10:40 / 10.01.02

It's the feeling I get when I jump transmet
It's just a matter of point for me to put you in check
another bullet to the head from a lyrical gun
and better than dead from so much fun
You'll show your hand and try to attack this
I make my move and flip back across the axis

[ 10-01-2002: Message edited by: Wisdom of idiots/potus ]

13:27 / 10.01.02

Oo ah oo ah oo oo, Kitty
Tell us about the boy
From New York City
Oo ah oo ah come on, Kitty
Tell us about the boy
From New York City

He's kinda tall
He's really fine, yeah, yeah,
Someday I hope to make him
mine, all mine yeah, yeah

And he's neat and oh, so sweet,
and the way he looked at me just
Swept me off my feet
Yeah, yeah

Oo ee you oughta come and see
How he walks yeah yeah
And he talks
Oo ah oo ah oo oos Kitty
Tell us about the boy from New
York City
Oo ah oo ah come on, Kitty
Tell us about the boy from New
York City

He's really down and he's no
Clown yeah yeah
He has the finest penthouse
I've ever seen in town yeah, yeah
And he's cute in his mohair suit
And he keeps his pockets full of
Spending loot yeah, yeah
Oo ee, yeah we're all right
Yeah, oo oo

Ev'ry time he says he loves me
Chills run down my spine
Ev'ry time he wants to kiss me
He makes me feel so fine.
That's him
Alright he's the boy from New
York City
We call him Jill, we're all right.
Oo ah oo ah Kitty,
tell us about the boy from New
York City
Oo ah oo ah Kitty,
Tell us about the boy from New
York City

(by the ad libs)

13:42 / 10.01.02

Im the root of all thats evil
yeah but you can call me cookie

Regrettable Juvenilia

14:14 / 10.01.02

Sobriety breeds sincerity
And Lydia Pond she is my gravity
I don’t know how she felt when she took that E
But in the morning she was shaking, she was twitching, she was jerking

On June the 5th, she moved to Paris
She could not stand the state of British politics
And I just can’t convince her that I’m socialist
And every night I pray for mail in the morning

Sweet Lydia Pond
Is doin' it for me
And I want to sing
A hymn for the postal service
Sinful and proud since I stopped sleeping around
I'm so faithful now
To Lydia’s handwriting

That makes me guess the circumstances under which she wrote it
Why she used the f-word when she never, ever spoke it
She pasted on a passport photo of herself in pigtails
And underneath she’d written did my touch make you less lonely

Oh she promised me that we’d be creasing sheets
And that our bodies would be bruising, wrestling underneath
And I wanted to ask her how she cut her teeth
And how she let time slip through her skinny, skinny fingers

Oh sweet Lydia Pond
Is doin' it for me
And I want to sing
A hymn for the postal service
Sinful and proud since I stopped sleeping around
I'm so faithful now
To Lydia’s handwriting

- Hefner, 'The Hymn For The Postal Service'

[ 10-01-2002: Message edited by: Flyboy ]

16:39 / 10.01.02

Buckley, 'What Will You Say?'

It's been such a long time
And I was just a child then
What will you say
When you see my face?

Time feels like it's flown away
The days just pass and fade away
What will you say
When they take my place?

It's funny now
I just don't feel like a man
What will you say
When you see my face?
My face...

Mother dear, the world's gone cold
No one cares about love anymore
What will you say
When you see my face?

Father do you hear me?
Do you know me?
Do you even care?
What will you say
When they take my place?

My heart can't take this anymore
What will you say
When you see my face?
When you see my,
See my face...

I can feel your time crawling
To a slow end
I can feel my time crawling
To a slow end...

Mother dear, the world's gone cold
No one cares about love anymore
What will you say
When you see my face?

Father do you hear me?
Do you know me?
Did you even care?
What will you say
When you take my place?

Well it's so funny now -
I just don't feel like I'm a man
What will you say?

Matthew Fluxington

16:59 / 10.01.02

A little dream castle
With every dream gone
Is lonely and silent
The shades are all drawn
And my heart is heavy
As I gaze upon
A cottage for sale
The lawn we were proud of
Is waving in hay
A beautiful garden
Has withered away
Where you planted roses
The weeds seem to say
A cottage for sale
From every single window
I see your face
But when I reach the window
There's empty space
The key's in the mailbox
The same as before
But no one is waiting
For me anymore
The end of our story
Is there on the door
A cottage for sale
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
"Cottage For Sale". I'm quoting the James Brown recording of the song. The feeling of this song is very right, just about now.

The Return Of Rothkoid

20:50 / 10.01.02

I've wisdom from the East and from the West,
That's subject to no academic rule;
You may find it in the jeering of a jest,
Or distil it from the folly of a fool.
I can teach you with a quip, if I've a mind;
I can trick you into learning with a laugh;
Oh, winnow all my folly, folly, folly, and you'll find
A grain or two of truth among the chaff!
Oh, winnow all my folly, folly, folly, and
you'll find
A grain or two of truth among the chaff!

08:56 / 11.01.02

um -

I'm in conniptions for the final act you came here for
The one derivative you manage is the one I abhor
I need a minute to elaborate for everyone the
Everyday bullshit things that you have done

Your impossible ego fuck is like a
Megalomaniacal tab on my tongue
You fuckin' touch me I will rip you apart
I'll reach in and take a bite out of that
Shit you call a heart...

I don't mind being ogled, ridiculed
Made to feel miniscule
If you consider the source, it's kinda pitiful
The only thing you really know about me is...
...that's all you'll ever know

I know why you blame me (yourself)
I know why you plague me (yourself)

I'm turning it around like a knife in the shell
I wanna understand why, but I'm hurting myself
I haven't seen a lotta reasons to stop it
I can't just drop it
I'm just a bastard, but at least I admit it
At least I admit it

I know why you blame me (yourself)
I know why you plague me (yourself)

Kill you - fuck you - i will never be you
Kill you - fuck you - i will never be you
I can't fuckin' take it anymore
A snap of the synapse
And now it's fuckin' war
Kill you - fuck you - i will never be you

My Plague - by yeah Slipknot

Matthew Fluxington

11:26 / 11.01.02

"In a funny, the shaving of my...uh, head
has been a liberation from, uh, a lot of,
uh, stupid vanities really. Uh, it has
simplified everything for me, it has opened
a lot of doors, maybe..."

I'm not what you think I am.
I'm the King of Siam.
I've got a bald head, my name is Yul Brynner
and I am a famous movie star.
Perhaps you say me in "West World"
I acted like a robotic cowboy.
It was my best role, I cannot deny I
felt right home deep inside that electronic
carcass!

Wheeeeeeeeee! Wheeeeeeee-eeeeeee-eee!
Whooooooooooooo-ooooooo-ooooo-ooooooo-oooh!

You're such monumental slime.
Let the punishment fit the crime.
Tie you to a chair,
the house music will blare
and turn your insides into a medicinal jelly!

Stay inside on Christmas day, and
make believe that you are my candy cane
you say,
"I'm not that type, no, I'm not sweet,
and I'm not overripe"
(do you like?)

Wheeeeeeeeee! Wheeeeeeee-eeeeeee-eee!
Whooooooooooooo-ooooooo-ooooo-ooooooo-oooh!
Wheeeeeeeeee! Weeeeeeeee-eeeeeee-eee!
Whooooooooooooo-ooooooo-ooooo-ooooooo-oooh!

psycho-discount!

Wheeeeeeeeee! Wheeeeeeee-eeeeeee-eee!
Whooooooooooooo-ooooooo-ooooo-ooooooo-oooh!
Wheeeeeeeeee! Weeeeeeeee-eeeeeee-eee!
Whooooooooooooo-ooooooo-ooooo-ooooooo-oooh!
Sha la la, laaaaaaaaaaa!

Bob Dylan sang in 'Its Alright Mama, I'm Only Bleeding':
"Everything from toy guns that spark
to flesh colored Christs
that glow in the dark
It's easy to see we got in too far
and not much is really sacred."

-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-

("Jo Jo's Jacket" by The Jicks)

[ 11-01-2002: Message edited by: Flux = The Man Who Loves You ]

15:31 / 11.01.02

I'm tired
So tired
I'm tired of having sex (so tired)
I'm spread
So thin
I don't know who I am (who I am)
Monday night I'm making Jen
Tuesday night I'm making Lyn
Wednesday night I'm making Catherine
Oh why can't I be making love come true?
Whoa
I'm beat
Beet red
Ashamed of what I said (what I said)
I'm sorry
Here I go
I know that I'll resent it but I can't say no (say no)
Thursday night I'm making Denise
Friday night I'm making Sharise
Saturday night I'm making Louise
So why can't I be making love come true?
Tonight I'm down on my knees
Tonight I'm begging you please
Tonight tonight please
So why can't I be making love come true?

-Weezer, "Tired of Sex" from Pinkerton

Regrettable Juvenilia

15:41 / 13.01.02

Eligible, not too stupid,
intelligible, and cute as Cupid,
knowledgeable, but not always right,
salvageable, and free for the night.

Well, my heart's running round like a chicken with its head cut off
All around the barnyard, falling in and out of love
The poor thing's blind as a bat, getting up, falling down, getting up
Who'd fall in love with a chicken with its head cut off?

(Whoa, Nellie)

My wife doesn't understand me
Many dozens hope to land me
I'm for free love, and I'm in free fall
This could be love or nothing at all

But my heart's running round like a chicken with its head cut off
All around the barnyard, falling in and out of love
The poor thing's blind as a bat, getting up, falling down, getting up
Who'd fall in love with a chicken with its head cut off?

We don't have to be stars exploding in the night
Or electric eels under the covers
We don't have to be anything quite so unreal,
Let's just be lovers

Well, my heart's running round like a chicken with its head cut off
All around the barnyard, falling in and out of love
The poor thing's blind as a bat, getting up, falling down, getting up
Who'd fall in love with a chicken with its head cut off?

(It ain't pretty)

- The Magnetic Fields, 'A Chicken With Its Head Cut Off'

[ 13-01-2002: Message edited by: Flyboy ]

16:17 / 13.01.02

(sung in a hoarse, off-key, drunken voice)

"TIIIIIIIMMME .... is on my side. Yes it is!"

Ah, good times.

Matthew Fluxington

19:28 / 13.01.02

I can see my house from here

everything is crystal clear

laying in the summer days

stay in one place

one day everything will come our way

come our way

a native tongue

all over, all over, all over the world...

I can see my house from here

there's my baby over there

laying in the summer grass

stay in one place

someday everything will come our way

come our way

come our way way way way way way way...

-
-
-
("I Can See My House From Here" by The Glands)

Matthew Fluxington

09:08 / 15.01.02

I don't come around
Never call or let her know
I got a life of my own
You know I hate to be around her
When she's like that
I wrote a song once about her
Called "The Brides Have Hit Glass"
You know it just won't last
To be on top of your own world
With no guardrails to cling to
You fall so very fast
It's very odd to find her up again
Staking out expansion
Seeking new exposure

And when she holds out an empty glass
And she comes for a handout
I ask for the same thing-it's sad
And I hold on so sure I can take all she can
Just to be around her
Just to feel bad

One day I will know
That's it's a waste of time
And there's a better road ahead of me
I just don't know how to make it there
So I'll just hang around and take my chance
Once again I'll roll the dice
And try to hang on to my shrinking paradise

And I'll hold out an empty glass
And I'll come for a handout
And I'll ask for the same thing-it's sad
And I'll hold on so confident
That's it all I can give
To try to find my way back
Just to hit glass

-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
"The Brides Have Hit Glass" by Guided By Voices.

[ 19-01-2002: Message edited by: Flux = Psalmanazar ]

10:18 / 15.01.02

sunrise, sunset
sunrise, sunset
swiftly go the days
sunrise, sunset
you wake up, then you undress
it always is the same
a sunrise and a sunset
you are lying while you confess, keep trying to explain
the sunrise and the sun sets
you realize and then you forget what you have been trying to retain
but everybody knows that it is all about the things that get stuck inside of your head like the songs your roommate sings or a vision of her body as she stretches out on
your bed
she raised her hands in the air and asked you
when was the last time you looked in the mirror
because you have changed
yeah you have changed
sunrise, sunset
you are hopeful and then you regret
the circle never breaks
with each sunrise and sunset there is a
change of heart or address
is there nothing that remains?
for a sunrise or a sunset
you are manic or youre depressed
will you ever feel ok?
its a sunrise and sunset
your lover is an actress
did you really think she would stay?
for a sunrise and sunset
you are either coming or you just left but you are always on the way
towards a sunrise or a sunset
a scribble or a sonnet
they are really just the same
to the sunrise and the sunset
the master and his servant have exactly the same fate
its a sunrise and a sunset
from a cradle to a casket
there aint no way to escape
the sunrise and the sunset
hold your sadness like a puppet
just keep putting on the play
but everything you do is leading to the point where you just wont know what to do and at that moment you may laugh but there is someone there who will be laughing louder than you
so its true
the trick is complete
now you have become everything you said that you never would be
youre a fool youre a fool

bright eyes

13:39 / 15.01.02

Was I..
In your dreams?
I'd like to know.
Did I touch your hand
and did it feel like snow?
Try to understand while I've got you on the phone...

Did I hurt you like I
Know I can?
Tell me why you'd ever wanna leave your
lovin' man.
Try to understand,
Please try to understand...

Was I in your dreams?
Was I in your dreams?

This dreamer died when her
dream died too.
But I don't really mind if I dream about you.
I can't say what any of that means...

Oh, was I in your dreams,
late last night?
Did you squeeze your pillow,
Did you squeeze me tight?
I just wanna make everything all right...

Was I in your dreams?
Was I in your dreams?
Was I?

Wilco, "(Was I) In Your Dreams," from "Being There"

(aah the joys of the return of my entire Wilco back catalogue!)

Matthew Fluxington

18:04 / 15.01.02

Someone else's date
In someone else's door
There's a girl with cherry Chapstick on and nothing more.
It's such a lurid pose
and she seems this close
But not to me

Clear as day
Crawling home at night
Wondering why the girls don't look at me when I walk by.
And the way they make me feel is way too real to believe

Wondering what it could be like if I could be that smooth
I could think about all that I missed out
It's hard to do

Someone else's date
In someone else's door
There's a girl with cherry Chapstick on and nothing more
It's such a lurid pose
and she seems this close
But not to me

Running around in circles all day long

-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
"Cherry Chapstick", Yo La Tengo

Regrettable Juvenilia

18:14 / 15.01.02

When the rhythm calls
The government falls
Here come the cops
From Tokyo to Soweto
Viva la musica pop

We are black and white
And we dance all night
Down at the hop
And the letters were tall
On the Berlin Wall
Viva la musica pop

So if you're feeling low
Stuck in some bardo
I, even I know the solution
Love, music, wine and revolution
Love, love,
Love, music, wine and revolution

This too shall pass
So raise your glass
To change and chance
And freedom is the only law
Shall we dance?

So if you're feeling low
Stuck in some bardo
I, even I know the solution
Love, music, wine and revolution
Love, love,
Love, music, wine and revolution

This too shall pass
So raise your glass
To change and chance
And freedom is the only law
Shall we dance?

- The Magnetic Fields, 'World Love'

18:58 / 15.01.02

Now I've got them on the run, and I'm looking for the high score;
So it's once around the block, And I'll slide back out the side door.
I'm really cookin' now, eating everything in sight.
All my money's gone, so I'll be back tomorow night.

'Cause I've got Pac-Man fever;
Pac-Man fever.
It's driving me crazy.
Driving me crazy.
I've got Pac-Man fever;
Pac-Man fever.
I'm going out of my mind.
Going out of my mind.

'Pac-Man Fever', Buckner und Garcia

19:27 / 16.01.02

red wine and sleeping pills
help me get back to your arms
cheap sex and sad films
help me get where i belong
i think you're crazy, maybe
i think you're crazy, maybe
stop sending letters
letters always get burned
it's not like the movies
they fed us on little white lies
i think you're crazy, maybe
i think you're crazy, maybe
i will see you in the next life

"Motion Picture Soundtrack" - Radiohead

21:30 / 16.01.02

nine million rainy days
have swept across my eyes
thinking of you
and this room becomes a shrine
thinking of you
and the way you are
sends the shivers to my head
you're going to fall
you're going to fall down dead
as far as i can tell
i'm being dragged from here to hell
and all my time in hell
is spent with you
i have ached for you
i have nothing left to give
for you to take
i have no more empty heart
or limbs to break
and the way you are
sends the shivers to my head
you're going to fall down dead
as far as i can see
there is nothing left of me
and all my time in hell
was spent with you

Nine Million Rainy Days: JAMC

Pretty much says it all at the moment.

12:41 / 17.01.02

Everybody knows
Which way you go
Straight to over

No one wants to see
You inside of me
Straight to over

I heard the hammer at the lock
Say you're deaf and dumb and done
Give yourself another talk
This time make it sound like someone

The noise is coming out
And if it's not out now
Then tomorrow, tomorrow.

They took your life apart
And called your failures art
They were wrong, though.
They won't know
'Til tomorrow...

I got static in my head
The reflected sound of everything.
Tried to go to where it led,
But it didn't lead to anything.

The noise is coming out
And if it's not out now,
I know it's just about to
drown tomorrow out.

Elliott Smith, "Tomorrow Tomorrow," from "XO"

Elliott Smith, I heart you.

[ 17-01-2002: Message edited by: Cherry Bomb ]

13:06 / 17.01.02

quote:Originally posted by Wisdom of idiots/potus:
Independent as fuck as all senses

Company Flow - Legends.

I always thought it was "Independent as fuck, dissolve censors"

whatever, here's my faves (or at least the first two that spring to mind)

"She's a real left-winger
'Cos she's been down South and held
Peasants in her arms
She said "I can tell you a story that'll make you cry,
"What about you?"
I said "me too,
"I can tell you a story that'll make you cry"
And she said "Aaaah"
I said "I wanna be a singer like Lou Reed"
"I like Lou Reed" she said
Sticking her tongue in my ear
"Let's go, let's talk, politics goes so good with beer,
"And while we're at it baby, why don't you tell me one of your biggest fears?"
I said "Losing my penis to a whore with disease
"Just kidding" i said,
"Losing my life to a whore with disease"
She said "excuse me please?"
Don't wanna sleep after setting my loins on fire,
but that's OK because
I've been tired!
I've been tired! [repeat]"

Verse 1, The Pixies, "I've been tired"
Think I might have got a couple of innacuracies in there.

Also:
"Check out my venomous thought
My front teeth gnashing over minimal keys
Just give me my cheese
Let them g'wan and proceed
With a good heart structure
Duck to the rhythm
Head bop to the rhythm
Bust a one foot skank and see
Signs in the rhythm
We drinking this wine and we smoking the skunk
When all of a sudden I felt my heartbeat jump
Is it the Holy Ghost or weed psychosis?
Something got me feeling like a modern day Moses
People might laugh as I walk with my staff
True they never know I just took my purple bath
Banana hope, banana boat, banana clan
International sharp ting
Raised from the motherland
Spanning the planet with the extension of love
Spanning the planet with the extension of dove"

Verse 2, Roots Manuva, "Hol' It Up"

Funny - on my way home last night I was thinking how cool it would be to start a thread for people to post their favourite lyrics, logged on today and here it is. Nice one Flux!

Page: (1)2 3 4 5 6... 12