Ah, there are so many.
And maybe a love of lyrics goes hand in hand with a love of words because I'm pretty sure I'm not the only one on here who adores them, so here's one to start you off.
"Crooked spin can't come to rest
I'm damaged bad at best
She'll decide what she wants.
I'll probably be the last to know
No one says until it shows
See how it is
They want you or they don't
Say yes"
~ Elliott Smith
You act like you don't need nobody else
And you dance like you don't need nobody else
And all the other moths need light
To circle round while you just fly
Around yourself
- Josh Ritter
"Science is just a suspension of belief." — Electric Six, in one of their gems.
Born to multiply
Born to gaze into night skies
All you want’s one more Saturday
The Shins, Australia
"Come all ye lost
Dive into moss
I hope that my sanity covers the cost
To remove the stain of my love
Paper maché
Come all ye reborn
Blow off my horn
I'm driving real hard
This is love, this is porn
God will forgive me
But I, I whip myself with scorn, scorn"
Damien Rice
"King Strut was on a diet growing luminous by eating light." — Peter Blegvad
here at the edge of this world, here i gaze at a pantheon of oak,. a citadel of stone. If this grand panormam before me is what you call God....then God is not dead.
The ultimate achievement of avant-garde 1970s pop was "Casablanca Moon" by Slapp Happy, and the lyrics are part of it:
He used to wear fedoras
Now he sports a fez
There's cabalistic innuendoes
In everything he says.
Sucking at a cigarette
Picking up a thread
Underneath the Casablanca Moon.
He lurks behind a paper
In the shadow of a mosque
He can't count all the continents
He's crossed.
Trailing party-members leaving
Footprints in the frost
Underneath the Acnalbasac Noom.
His cover was broken somewhere
In Hoboken - the man said his
Case was lost.
He was sent to the Orient,
a double agent double crossed.
There's a cocaine stain on his moustache
The pieces of his puzzle just don't join.
People in high places want to stamp his
Many faces on a trans-caucasian coin.
He'd better watch his step 'cos sooner or
Later they'll find his headless body in
A ventilator.
Lines of sweat like tinsel start to smart his eyes.
Neurosis seeps like cement through the cracks in his disguise.
In a dark bordello he cracked a mirror with his cries
Underneath the Casablanca Moon.
Yesterday evening he finally lost his mind;
The walls fell in & all mankind
Was standing before him all raising their hands
In a significant gesture which he didn't understand.
His cover was broken somewhere
In Hoboken - the man said his
Case was lost.
He was sent to the Orient,
a double agent double crossed.
He used to wear fedoras
Now he sports a fez
There's cabalistic innuendoes
In everything he says.
Sucking at a cigarette
Picking up a thread
Underneath the Casablanca Moon.
He'd better watch his step 'cos sooner or
Later they'll find his headless body in
A ventilator.
"This is getting old and so are you"
~ Faith no more (Last cup of sorrow)
freedom preaches disobedience
idiot rebellion false allegiance
pride waste lust and greed
we're free to obey all of these
comfortably that's how we'll be
enough for you plenty for me
we won't need actors and rock stars
all we'll want is farmers and soldiers
- Saccharine Trust
I buried my first victim
When I was nineteen
Went through her bedroom
And the pockets of her jeans
And found her letters
That said so many things
That really hurt me bad
I never breathed
Her name again
But I like to dream
About what could have been
I never heard her calls again
But I like to dream
- Sun Kil Moon
I scrub my blackened feet
Scrape off the caked on grime of the street
I wash my hands and face
Of the Worldly soot that accumulates
In the day-in day-out farcical strife
In the humdrum of everyday life
And I enter my home clean
Step up to the hearth I've deemed my own
I sit down on the bidet
And shower my flower of the decay
That sets in when she lets in a guest
For recreation no creation, her slight protest
And I enter my bed clean
Lay down my head and dream of another world
- Mia Doi Todd
And is your place in heaven
Worth giving up
These kisses
- Tori Amos
(I could likely post her lyrics all day - generally spectacular)
Asteroooooooooooooooooooooiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!
Asteroooooooooooooooooooooiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!
Asteroooooooooooooooooooooiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!
Coming in from the void.
-- 'Asteroid' by Killing Joke
Try my darndest to be a bastard
I want you to think that I don't care
But you're so pretty and i feel sorry
You start to cry and I kiss your mouth
- Weezer
Oh man yeah Killing Joke is one of my favorite bands, lyrics being a big part of that
I feel like I am copying someone by posting this, however I am not, because I liked her first. The best lyrics in music.
Flaxen hair blowing in the breeze
It is time for the geese to head south
I have come with my mustard seed
I cannot accept that she will be taken from me
"Do you know who I am" she said
"I'm the one who taps you on the shoulder when it's your time
Don't be afraid I promise that she will awake
Tomorrow somewhere
Tomorrow somewhere"
Tori Amos - The Beekeeper
Also
So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again.
The sun is the same in a relative way but you're older,
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death.
Pink Floyd - Time
If you look at your reflection in the bottom of a well,
what you see is only on the surface.
Joe Walsh - can't remember the song though.
But listen carefully to the sound
Of your loneliness
Like a heartbeat drives you mad
In the stillness of remembering
What you had
And what you lost...
Fleetwood Mac - Dreams
Breathing in and breathing out
This is what life's all about
Lost inside my inner mind
Leaving all the haze behind
Gazing at a perfect sky,
Close my eyes, and I'll be there by your side
Dreaming of the days gone by,
Take be back to when I was by your side,
by your side
George Acosta - By Your Side
@Ren - They're awesome. I haven't heard the last couple albums, but both the self-titleds are classic.
"So why do you fill my sorrow
With the words you've borrowed
From the only place you've known
And why do you sing Hallelujah
If it means nothing to you
Why do you sing with me at all?
We might live like never before
When there's nothing to give
Well how can we ask for more
We might make love in some sacred place
The look on your face is delicate"
More Damien Rice. He's all I can listen to anymore.
Seven Mary Three, Every Little Mystery
She's got a ticket
but you need more than a ticket to get you there
You need a string of good intentions
and an easy burn
Maybe some good luck
with the cash tucked in the back of your pocket
Maybe it's still not enough to ease your pain
you get tired and say fuck it
Each little mystery is safe in your heart
you've got to wonder, is moving on the best that you can do?
Need to have a little conversation
Find the truth behind the questions that are haunting you
She says there's motivation
tucked into the crease between the seats
I looked through the box
for cigarettes, maps, keys
There's so much room in here
you can put your feet straight out the dash
She turns the radio on
pulls me close to hear me laugh
Each little mystery is safe in your heart
you've got to wonder, is moving on the best that you can do?
Need to have a little conversation
Find the truth behind the questions that are haunting you
She rests her hand along the space
between my neckline and my back
I can feel her fingers runnin' through the feelings
I didn't think I had. Like
maybe this road we're on
is the very thing that's come between us
maybe it's the highway
to the very place that might just save us
Each little mystery is safe in your heart
you've got to wonder, is moving on the best that you can do?
Need to have a little conversation
Find the truth behind the questions that are haunting you
Each little mystery is safe in your heart
you've got to wonder, is moving on the best that you can do?
I hear you've got a little education
It's not enough to satisfy what's haunting you
Use the truth as a weapon to beat up all your friends
Every chink in the armor
An excuse to cause offense
And the boys from the hallway calling out your name
And true love will find them in the end
You were restless
I was somewhere less secure
So I went running to the road
And so now there's a long list of places I was
I quit my rambling and came home
Maybe I was born to hold you in these arms
Use your saints and your mantra
And your things to keep you calm
If you stay with that asshole he's gonna do you harm
There's a voice singing loudly on the radio just for you
And good fortune will find him in the end
- The Swell Season
For some reason I thought Damien Rice was a football player.
Christmas, Twin Falls, Idaho is her oldest memory
She was only two
It was the first time she felt blue
Cafeteria, Harrison Elementary
Beneath a parachute
I saw her without shoes
7UP I touched her thumb and she knew it was me
Although she couldn't see
Unless of course she peeked
My mom's good she got me out of Twin Falls, Idaho
Before I got too old
You know how that goes
That's where she still was the summer she turned 17
In 1983, three weeks after me
Last I heard was she had twins or maybe it was three
Although I've never seen
But that don't bother me
- Built to Spill
"When cecilia's grave cracked like a dirt cacoon,
she pulled up a stool at the silhouette saloon.
The player piano mumbling crippled jigs,
black widows knitting victimless wigs.
When cecilia's throat slit like a second set of lips
she drooled braille bibles onto the brothel bed spread,
like an egg whose yoke defies child bearing hips.
Like a ghost who fears all of the deceased and dead.
(time eats the flesh and spits out the shadow like a useless wishbone.)
But that locket spinning around her neck,
whose hearth heats a dead valentine,
you know the phantom trail leads way to a muted grave.
Where is his voice now?
A dead tone in the flutter of drunken wings,
Where is his blushed cheek now,
A face unraveled in shadow, veiled in blind laughter.
Where are those sex ripened lips,
his kiss print still warm on several necks.
Where is love now?"
The Blood Brothers
"It's just like me
Mais c'est trop tard
To let you down
Et c'est sans moi
To walk awaY
Je te regarde
To fool around
Vouloir ma main
It's just like you
Mais c'est sans moi
To bring me back
Et c'est sans moi
To cry like this
Tu l'as perdue
Into the cracks
Au moins cent fois"
I'm not usually one of the people who love foreign language lyrics because it's so classy and mysterious, but the English translation of this Melanie Laurent and Damien Rice song is beautiful and I like him too much.
Renfield, I really think there's a Damon Rice or something similar in football because I hear that name all the time and think they're talking about the singer and it turns out to be an athlete.
"I am an animal trapped in your hot car."
-Radiohead, Thom Yorke
There is a song out now with the line "Life's like an hourglass stuck to the table," and I just love that line. I wish i wrote it.
@Cove -- that's by Anna Nalick. Her entire first CD is lyric gold and absolutely beautiful. My favorite is from Catalyst:
"L.A. lights never shine quite as bright as in the movies
Still wanna go
There’s something here
In the way, in the way that we’re constantly moving
Reminds you of home
So you’ve taken these pills
For to fill up your soul
And you're drinking them down with cheap alcohol
I might be inclined to be yours for the taking
And part of this terrible mess that you’re making
But me, I’m the catalyst"
Boredoms in the bathroom shaking out the loose teeth
Sally's in the stirrups claiming her destiny
And nobody nowhere understands anything
About me and all my dreams
Lost at sea
~ Smashing Pumpkins (Stumbleine)
Love the Pumpkins.
My mom makes fun of me for liking grunge because she says I learned it in the womb. This is a good example, we like to sing it together and she laughs because she says I probably learned the lyrics before I was born.
"Well this place is old
It feels just like a beat up truck
I turn the engine, but the engine doesn't turn
Well it smells of cheap wine & cigarettes
This place is always such a mess
Sometimes I think I'd like to watch it burn
I'm so alone, and I feel just like somebody else
Man, I ain't changed, but I know I ain't the same
But somewhere here in between the city walls of dyin' dreams
I think her death it must be killin' me"
The Wallflowers
I want to kiss the back of your neck,
The top of your spine where your hair hits,
And gnaw on your fingertips and fall asleep,
I'll talk you to sleep.
But I'll be the one, I will have chosen.
I'm tryin' to keep cool, but everyone here likes you
I'm not the only one.
-Lisa Loeb
@voodoo: Stumbleine was the first thing I thought of when I saw this thread. Huge Pumpkins fan.
@avery: Swell Season...nice! Glen Hansard has a new solo album coming out soon and Once is currently playing on Broadway to really good reviews and shit ton of Tony nominations. Good pick!
I was only going to post a piece of this song, but every word in the damn thing is amazing, so there you go!
The last time I saw Richard was Detroit in '68
And he told me all romantics meet the same fate someday
Cynical and drunk and boring someone in some dark café
You laugh he said you think you're immune
Go look at your eyes they're full of moon
You like roses and kisses and pretty men to tell you
All those pretty lies pretty lies
When you gonna realize they're only pretty lies
Only pretty lies just pretty lies
He put a quarter in the Wurlitzer and he pushed
Three buttons and the thing began to whirr
And a bar maid came by in fishnet stockings and a bow tie
And she said "Drink up now it's getting' on time to close"
"Richard, you haven't really changed" I said
It's just that now you're romanticizing some pain that's in your head
You got tombs in your eyes but the songs you punched are dreaming
Listen, they sing of love so sweet, love so sweet
When you gonna get yourself back on your feet?
Oh and love can be so sweet Love so sweet
Richard got married to a figure skater
And he bought her a dishwasher and a coffee percolator
And he drinks at home now most nights with the TV on
And all the house lights left up bright
I'm gonna blow this damn candle out
I don't want nobody comin' over to my table
I got nothing to talk to anybody about
All good dreamers pass this way some day
Hidin' behind bottles in dark cafes dark cafes
Only a dark cocoon before I get my gorgeous wings and fly away
Only a phase these dark café days
- Joni Mitchell, The Last Time I Saw Richard
@Bill - you have such good taste. Yesterday I was trying to decide which Joni Mitchell to post. They're all amazing. I was going to go with something from Song to a Seagull, though.
Thanks Avery! Yeah, pretty much anything she writes qualifies but I love the sentiment in Richard that all artists end up drinkers at some point in their lives, but only for a short while. There's something very personal in that thought of sitting at the bar, alone, watching the world go by while dreaming up dreams. You can always tell the artists at the bar because they're the ones sitting quietly, not annoying anybody. Lost in their own thoughts and whatnot. Beautiful song.
This is an excerpt from one of my favorite rap performers.
"They pray four times a day,
They pray five
Who ways are strange when it's time to survive
Some will go of their own free will to die
Others take them with you when they blow sky high
What's the difference?
All you get is lost children
While the bosses sit up behind a desk
It cost billions to blast humans in half
Into calves and arms
Only one side is allowed to have bombs
That's like making a soldier drop his weapon,
Shooting him, and telling him to get to steppin'
Obviously, they came to portion up his fortune
Sounds to me like that old robbery extortion
Same game
You can't reform 'em."
- MF DOOM, 'Strange Ways'
Oh, god, MF DOOM. Have you heard his Viktor Vaughn stuff? Let Me Watch has such a fantastic beat. Everything he does is fucking gold.
I listen to a lot of rap, actually. I'm going to see Donald Glover as Childish Gambino in June, I used this lyric from All the Shine for my senior quote:
"My mom loves to text me Psalm verses; she doesn't look at me like I'm the same person. I used to be the sweet one, but things change, and I don't want her missing a son like Bon's last name. All my uncles are alcoholics, shame on me. I drink whiskey til I'm grounded, no TV."
I'm also a huge Amy Winehouse fan:
"I love you much
It's not enough
You love blow and I love puff
And life is like a pipe
And I'm a tiny penny rolling up the walls inside
We only said goodbye with words
I died a hundred times
You go back to her
And I go back to..."
"I reached out
To touch you
Through miles and through days."
-The Dreaming, Whole
"Each night I feel the distance
That has grown between us
Open up as lonely as the space between the stars."
-Stabbing Westward, So Far Away
"We're sailing, sailing every night
We're drifting, drifting alone apart
Not to show that we're in need
But I'd heal your wounds if you bleed."
-Glen Hansard, Alone Apart
"Grace Cathedral Hill, all wrapped in
bones of a setting sun
all dust and stone and moribund."
-The Decemberists, Grace Cathedral Hill
These are just a few lyric snippets from songs that tickle my wordsmithery glands. More to come, when I'm awake and not sleep typing everything.
@misskokamon I love The Decemberists. Red Right Ankle was my favorite.
@Courtney (BTW, it's weird for me to say @Courtney, since my name is also Courtney) I love The Decemberists, too. I have every one of their songs, except whatever they've come out with this past year. Have you listened to their opera album, "The Hazards of Love?" It's sooooo good. I'd like it to be an actual opera/musical, except The Decemberists have awful music videos, and I'm afraid of their interpretation... hahaha.
@Other Courtney (I think that solves our problem!) -- Their videos are just... stupid. They're kind of pointless. I absolutely love The Hazards of Love, but I had the same thought. There's no way I'd let them have control of it. But they do have some great new stuff. I heard them and wondered why I liked it so much, and realized it's exactly The Smiths circa The Queen Is Dead.
Shadow am I!
Like a suspicion that's never confirmed
But it's never denied
Wolf am I!
(No, "shadow" I think is better
As I'm not something
More like the absence of something)
So shadow am I!
The whole material world seems to me
Like a newspaper headline
It explicitly demands your attention
And it may even contain some truth
But what's really going on here?
Mewithoutyou, Wolf Am I (And Shadow)
Here's a few...
'Ill do what i got to, the truth is you could slit my throat and with my one last gasping breath I'd apologize for bleeding on your shirt.'
- Taking Back Sunday. You're So Last Summer
'You don't have to bump this, but please respect it.'
- Tupac. Crazy
'We're like two lost souls swimming in a fishbowl year after year.'
- Pink Floyd. Wish You Were Here
I could quote all night but here are two favorites:
An owl inside a mason jar that turned into a moth
beat his head against the glass so hard
he burst into a thousand stars
You have cured some kind of sickness in me
You have cured some kind of sickness that was
eating all the bones in me.
((Sounder)) The auquafers daughter
On the floating, shipless oceans
I did all my best to smile
til your singing eyes and fingers
drew me loving into your eyes.
And you sang "Sail to me, sail to me;
Let me enfold you."
Here I am, here I am waiting to hold you.
Did I dream you dreamed about me?
Were you here when I was full sail?
Now my foolish boat is leaning, broken lovelorn on your rocks.
For you sang, "Touch me not, touch me not, come back tomorrow."
Oh my heart, oh my heart shies from the sorrow.
I'm as puzzled as a newborn child.
I'm as riddled as the tide.
Should I stand amid the breakers?
Or shall I lie with death my bride?
Hear me sing: "Swim to me, swim to me, let me enfold you."
"Here I am. Here I am, waiting to hold you."
Tim Buckley Song to the Siren
Well, I looked my demons in the eyes
laid bare my chest, said "Do your best, destroy me.
You see, I've been to hell and back so many times,
I must admit you kind of bore me."
There's a lot of things that can kill a man
There's a lot of ways to die
Yes, and some already dead that walk beside me
There's a lot of things I don't understand
Why so many people lie
Well, it's the hurt I hide that fuels the fires inside me
This one too ~ so so true
What we once thought we had, we didn't, and what we have now will never be that way again, so we call upon the author to explain!
Our myxomatoid kids spraddle the streets, we've shunned them from the greasy-grind. The poor little things, they look so sad and old as they mount us from behind! I asked them to desist and to refrain! And then we call upon the author to explain!
Rosary clutched in his hand, he died with tubes up his nose and a cabal of angels with finger cymbals chanted his name in code. We shook our fists at the punishing rain! And we call upon the author to explain!
He said everything is messed up around here, everything is banal and jejune. There is a planetary conspiracy against the likes of you and me in this idiot constituency of the moon. Well, he knew exactly who to blame. And we call upon the author to explain!
PROLIX! PROLIX! NOTHING A PAIR OF SCISSORS CAN'T FIX!
PROLIX! PROLIX! NOTHING A PAIR OF SCISSORS CAN'T FIX!
Well, I go guruing down the street, young people gather 'round my feet. They ask me things, but I don't know where to start. They ignite the powder-trails straight to my father's heart. And once again I call upon the author to explain!
We call upon the author to explain!
Who is this great burdensome slavering dog-thing that mediocres my every thought? I feel like a vacuum cleaner, a complete sucker, IT'S FUCKED UP AND HE IS A FUCKER, but what an enormous and encyclopedic brain! I call upon the author to explain!
Rampant discrimination, mass poverty, third world debt, infectious disease, global inequality and deepening socio-economic divisions. "Well, it does in your brain." And we call upon the author to explain!
Now hang on, my friend Doug is tapping on the window! (Hey Doug, how you been?) He brings me back a book on holocaust poetry complete with pictures. Then tells me to get ready for the rain and we call upon the author to explain!
I SAY, PROLIX! PROLIX! SOMETHING A PAIR OF SCISSORS CAN FIX!
Bukowski was a jerk! Berryman was best! He wrote like wet papier mache, but he went the Heming-way, weirdly on wings and with maximum pain. We call upon the author to explain!
Down in my bolthole I see they've published another volume of unreconstructed rubbish, "The waves, the waves were soldiers moving". Well, thank you, thank you, thank you and again, I call upon the author to explain! Yeah, we call upon the author to explain!
PROLIX! PROLIX! NOTHING A PAIR OF SCISSORS CAN'T FIX!
~ Nick Cave
Fuck, Taking Back Sunday. It's been a while since I listened to them and I love them just as much as ever. One of my hundreds of favorites:
"So paint your face up something elegant, and this town maybe a darker shade of red -- 'cause a long night means a fist fight against your pillow and my pearly whites. I want to hear you scream you like me better on my knees. So let us pray -- I don't believe in second changes -- so let us pray. Don't you ask me, don't you move. Cross my heart and hope to, I'm lying just to keep you here. So reckless, so thoughtless, so careless, I could care less."
"Brass buttons on your coat hold the cold
In the shape of a heart that they cut out of stone
You're using all your looks that you've thrown from the start
If you let me have my way I swear I'll tear you apart
'cause it's all you can be
You're a drunk and you're scared
It's ladies' night, all the girls drink for free
I will lie awake
And lie for fun and fake the way I hold you
Let you fall for every empty word I say"
--Brand New
"I want a lover I don't have to love. I want a girl who's too sad to give a fuck. Where's the kid with the chemicals? I thought he said to meet him here but I'm not sure. Do you like to hurt? I do, I do. Then hurt me."
--Bright Eyes
I tried to come up with just one line from this song to post, but god, it's all so good:
"The sun came up with no conclusion
Flowers sleeping in their beds
This city's cemetery's humming
I’m wide-awake, it’s morning
I have my drugs, I have my woman
They keep away my loneliness
My parents have they have their religion
But sleep in separate houses
I read the body count out of the paper
And now it’s written all over my face
No one ever plans to sleep out in the gutter
Sometimes that’s just the most comfortable place
So I’m drinking, breathing, writing, singing
Everyday I'm on the clock
My mind races with all my longings
But cant keep up with what I got
I hope I don’t sound too ungrateful
What history gave modern man
A telephone to talk to strangers
Machine guns and a camera lens
So when you’re asked to fight a war that’s over nothing
It’s best to join the side that’s gonna win
And no one’s sure how all of this got started
But we’re gonna make them goddam certain how its gonna end
Oh ya we will, oh ya we will!
Well I could have been a famous singer
If I had someone else’s voice
But failure’s always sounded better
Lets fuck it up boys, make some noise!
The sun came up with no conclusion
Flowers sleeping in their beds
This city's cemetery's humming
I’m wide-awake, it’s morning"
More Bright Eyes.
A song for writing
Spring, spring, flowers blossom and bloom
Squirrel, squirrel, jump down onto my roof
Sparrow, Cardinal, hummingbird
Redwood, holly tree, juniper
The service moves slowly through the hills
Faint sound of the highway
Night sets on the church of pines,
Ending the day, they laid down to rest.
From my room I look at the street
And see the youths passing along
While I unwind, head in a song
And in my bed, I play the guitar
I loosen the strings 'til I find a tone
And if it don't come... then I'll put it down.
Howl, howl, dogs of the neighborhood
Moon glow, over the gravestones
Dense vines strangle the black oaks
the lamp light, the fallen fence posts
The sun rises over the tree line
With welcoming morning light.
Day sets on the church of pines,
one day we'll all be laid to rest.
From the hills I look up at stars
And feel the darkness swell like a bruise
And in my head, I'm playing with words
I scramble and strain to find the right ones
sometimes there are none.
sometimes they don't come.
"The hurt gets worse and the heart gets harder." - Warren Zevon's Accidentally Like a Martyr
See these ice cubes, see these Ice Creams? Eligible bachelor, million dollar boat.
'If you try to knock me you'll get mocked
I'll stir fry you in my wok
Your knees'll start shaking and your fingers pop
Like a pinch on the neck of Mr. Spock... '
- MCA from Beastie Boys. R.I.P.
First patient, pull out the skull, remove the cancer
Breakin' his back, chisel necks for the answer
Supersonic bionic robot voodoo power
Equator ex my chance to flex skills on ampex
With power meters and heaters gauge anti-freeze
Octagon oxygen, aluminum intoxicants
More ways to blow blood cells in your face
React with four bombs and six fire missiles
Armed with seven rounds of space doo-doo pistols
You may not believe, livin' on the earth planet
My skin is green and silver, warhead lookin' mean
Astronauts get played, tough like the ukelele
As I move in rockets, overriding, levels
Nothing's aware, same data, same system
Now my helmet's on, you can't tell me I'm not in space
With the national guard united states enterprise
Diplomat of swing with aliens at my feet
Comin' down the rampart through beam on the street
Obsolete computes, compounds and dead sounds
As I locate intricately independent
Economic rhymer got savoury store food
In capsule d my program is ability
For a reaction and response to a no-one
Identification code: unidentified
I got cosmophonic, pressed a button, changed my face
You recognised, so what? I turned invisible
Made myself clear, reappeared to you visual
Disappear again, zapped like a android
Face the fact, I fly on planets every day
My nucleus friend, prepare, I return again
My 7xl is not yet invented
Space ranger, contact tubes, send synthetics
I program one and go to earth through the fax machine
My number's seven-oh-nine seven-five-five six-e-l-three
Computer file: nine-three
Digital level, standing on the terminal
Upside down through polygons fightin' pentagons
Changin' blue skin, my brown colour's comin' back
I'm psychedelic this time, come in rainbow
Look at the green lights and y'all see my brain glow
Five colours: yellow, black and red and green...purple
This was so unexpected
I never thought I'd get caught
Play boomerang with your demons
Shoot to kill and you'll pop them off
BANG! BANG!
Like an animal you're moving over me
Like an animal you're moving over me
You should be sleeping my love
Tell me what you're dreaming of
- Garbage Hammering in my Head
In my happy home I barely breathe
In my lovers arms I find relief
And there's a sky that's changing and a bird that sings
I never once in my wayward life was heading to run out
In my lovers arms I wait for morning
I beg my god to speak and tear me apart
I'd lay down my body I'd lay down my arms
I never once in my sweet short life meant anybody harm
- Garbage Happy Home
Never ever wanted to be with you
All you ever gave me was the boredom I suffocate in
Adrift in cheap dreams don't stop the rain
Numbed out in piss towns just wanna dig their graves
Motown, Motown junk
I laughed when Lennon got shot
21 years of living and nothing means anything to me
Motown junk a lifetime of slavery
Songs of love echo underclass betrayal
Stops your heart beating for 168 seconds
Stops your brain thinking for 168 seconds
Motown junk, Motown junk, Motown junk, Motown junk
~ Manic Street Preachers (Motown Junk)
Teenage angst has paid off well, now I'm bored and old...
~ Nirvana (Serve the servants)
I don't care if it hurts
I want to have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul
I want you to notice when I'm not around
You're so fucking special
I wish I was special
~ Radiohead (Creep)
@Rach ~ even this version..?
