What are your favorite song lyrics?

[NathanielOrtiz33]

What’s your opinion?

 

[muzby]

the lyrics to the 'happy birthday' song..

especially the ending - because then about 3 minutes later you get fed cake.

 

[Lambretta]

I wouldn't say favourite, but I was really interested by the back story of the song "Seasons in the sun" by Terry Jacks

Originally it was a Jacques Brel poem entitled the Le Moribond (The Dying Man) which was about a man who was dying from a broken heart when he discovered his best friend was sleeping with his wife

Rod McKuen translated the Jacques Brel lyrics into English

Then Terry Jacks re-wrote the song in honour of a friend who was dying of leukemia

The Terry Jacks version enjoyed contemporary success (huge success) but in recent times has been viewed as overly sentimental and ranked number 5 in a CNN poll for worst pop songs ever recorded.
Which is a horrible thing to say about a pleasant if somewhat sentimental song, judging by all the f**king garbage that has been made over the years such as Agadoo or the Macca f**king Rena

 

[thorson1987]

When I just a little baby boy
My momma used to tell me these crazy things
She used to tell me my daddy was an evil man,
She used to tell me he hated me
But then I got a little bit older
And I realized, she was the crazy one
But there was nothin' I could do or say to try to change it
'Cause that's just the way she was
They said I can't rap about bein' broke no more
They ain't say I can't rap about coke no more
s**t, you think I won't choke no whore
Til the vocal cords don't work in her throat no more?!
These motherf**kers are thinkin' I'm playin'
Thinkin' I'm sayin' the shit
Cause I'm thinkin' it just to be sayin' it
Put your hands down bitch, I ain't goin' shoot you
I'm a pull you to this bullet, and put it through you
Shut up s**t, you're causin' too much chaos
Just bend over and take it like a s**t, okay Ma?
"Oh, now he's raping his own mother, abusing a whore,
Snorting coke, and we gave him the Rolling Stone cover?"
You god damn right bitch, and now it's too late
I'm triple platinum and tragedies happen in two states
I invented violence, you vile venomous volatile bitches
Vain Vicadin, vrinnn Vrinnn, Vrinn!
Texas Chainsaw, left his brains all
Danglin' from his neck, while his head barely hangs on
Blood, guts, guns, cuts
Knives, lives, wives, nuns, sluts
Bitch I'm a kill you! You don't want to f**k with me
Girls leave, you ain't nothin' but a s**t to me
Bitch I'm a kill you! You ain't got the balls to beef
We ain't goin' never stop beefin' I don't squash the beef
You better kill me! I'm a be another rapper dead
For poppin' off at the mouth with shit I shouldn't a said
But when they kill me I'm bringin' the world with me
Bitches too! You ain't nothin' but a girl to me
I said you don't, want to f**k with Shady (cause why?)
'Cause Shady, will f**kin' kill you (ah-ha ha)
I said you don't, want to f**k with Shady (why?)
'Cause Shady, will f**kin' kill you
Bitch I'm a kill you! Like a murder weapon, I'm a conceal you
In a closet with mildew, sheets, pillows and film you
Buck with me, I been through hell, shut the hell up!
I'm tryin' to develop these pictures of the Devil to sell 'em
It ain't acid rap, I just rap on acid
Got a new blow-up doll and just had a strap-on added
Whoops! Is that a subliminal hint? No!
Just criminal intent to sodomize women again
Eminem offend? No! Eminem insult
And if you ever give in to him, you give him an impulse
To do it again, then, if he does it again
You'll probably end up jumpin' out of somethin' up on the tenth
Bitch I'm a kill you, I ain't done this ain't the chorus
I ain't even drug you in the woods yet to paint the forest
A bloodstain is orange after you wash it three or four times
In a tub but that's normal ain't it Norman?
Serial killer hidin' murder material
In a cereal box on top of your stereo
Here we go again, we're out of our medicine
Out of our minds, and we want in yours, let us in
Bitch I'm a kill you! You don't want to f**k with me
Girls leave, you ain't nothin' but a s**t to me
Bitch I'm a kill you! You ain't got the balls to beef
We ain't goin' never stop beefin' I don't squash the beef
Eh-heh, know why I say these things?
Cause lady's screams keep creepin' in Shady's dreams
And the way things seem, I shouldn't have to pay these shrinks
This eighty G's a week to say the same things threece!
Twice? Whatever, I hate these things
f**k shots! I hope the weed will outweigh these drinks
Motherf**kers want me to come on their radio shows
Just to argue with 'em cause their ratings stink?
f**k that! I'll choke radio announcer to bouncer
From fat bitch to off seventy-thousand pounds of her
From principal to the student body and counselor
From in-school to before school to out of school
I don't even believe in breathin' I'm leavin' air in your lungs
Just to hear you keep screamin' for me to seep it
Okay, I'm ready to go play
I go the machete from O.J.
I'm ready to make everyone's throat ache
You twigs keep eggin' me on
Til I have you at knife point, then you beg me to stop?
Shut up! Give me your hands and feet
I said shut up when I'm talkin' to you
You hear me? Answer me!
Bitch I'm a kill you! You don't want to f**k with me
Girls leave, you ain't nothin' but a s**t to me
Bitch I'm a kill you! You ain't got the balls to beef
We ain't goin' never stop beefin' I don't squash the beef
Ha ha ha, I'm just playin' ladies
You know, I love you

 

[thorson1987]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Would ya f**k me for blow?

 

[Lambretta]

You have to go a long way to beat Tom Lehrer
Poisoning pigeons in the park.......

Spring is here, spring is here
Life is skittles and life is beer
I think the loveliest time of the year
Is the spring, I do, don't you? Course you do

But there's one thing that makes spring complete for me
And makes every Sunday a treat for me
All the world seems in tune on a spring afternoon
When we're poisoning pigeons in the park

Every Sunday you'll see my sweetheart and me
As we poison the pigeons in the park
When they see us coming
The birdies all try and hide
But they still go for peanuts
When coated with cyanide

The sun's shining bright
Everything seems all right
When we're poisoning pigeons in the park

We've gained notoriety
And caused much anxiety
In the Audobon Society
With our games
They call it impiety
And lack of propriety
And quite a variety of unpleasant names

But it's not against any religion
To want to dispose of a pigeon
So if Sunday you're free
Why don't you come with me
And we'll poison the pigeons in the park

And maybe we'll do in a squirrel or two
While we're poisoning pigeons in the park
We'll murder them amid laughter and merriment
Except for the few we take home to experiment

My pulse will be quickenin'
With each drop of strychnine
We feed to a pigeon
It just takes a smidgin
To poison a pigeon in the park

 

[Eion]

The Gambler

 

[thorson1987]

I'm the Scatman

Ski-bi dibby dib yo da dub dub
Yo da dub dub
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Yo da dub dub
(I'm the Scatman)
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Ba-da-ba-da-ba-be bop bop bodda bope
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Be bop ba bodda bope
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Be bop ba bodda bope
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Ski-bi dibby dib yo da dub dub
Yo da dub dub
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Yo da dub dub
Ski-bi dibby dib yo da dub dub
Yo da dub dub

Everybody stutters one way or the other
So check out my message to you
As a matter of fact, I don't let nothin' hold you back
If the Scatman can do it, so can you

Everybody's sayin' that the Scatman stutters
But doesn't ever stutter when he sings
But what you don't know I'm gonna tell you right now
That the stutter and the scat is the same thing to you
I'm the Scatman
Where's the Scatman?
I'm the Scatman

Why should we be pleasin' in the politician heathens
Who would try to change the seasons if they could?
The state of the condition insults my intuitions
And it only makes me crazy and a heart like wood

Everybody stutters one way or the other
So check out my message to you
As a matter of fact, don't let nothin' hold you back
If the Scatman can do it, brother, so can you
I'm the Scatman

Ba-da-ba-da-ba-be bop bop bodda bope
Bop ba bodda bope
Be bop ba bodda bope
Bop ba bodda
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Ski-bi dibby dib yo da dub dub
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Yeah, I'm the Scatman
Where's the Scatman?

I'm the Scatman, repeat after me
It's a scoobie oobie doobie, scoobie doobie melody
I'm the Scatman, sing along with me
It's a scoobie oobie doobie, scoobie doobie melody

Yeah, I'm the Scatman
Bop ba bodda bope
Be bop ba bodda bope
Bop ba bodda
I'm the Scatman
Bop ba bodda bope
Be bop ba bodda bope

Everybody stutters one way or the other
So check out my message to you
As a matter of fact, I don't let nothin' hold you back
If the Scatman can do it, so can you

I hear you all ask 'bout the meaning of scat
Well, I'm the professor and all I can tell you is
While you're still sleepin', the saints are still weepin' 'cause
Things you call dead haven't had the chance to be born
I'm the Scatman

Ba-da-ba-da-ba-be bop bop bodda bope
Bop ba bodda bope
Be bop ba bodda bope
Bop ba bodda
Ba-da-ba-da-ba-be bop ba bodda bope
Bop ba bodda bope
Be bop ba bodda bope
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Ski-bi dibby dib yo da dub dub
Yo da dub dub
Ski-bi dibby dib yo da dub dub
Yo da dub dub
Ski-bi dibby dib yo da dub dub
Yo da dub dub
Ski-bi dibby dib yo da dub dub
Yo da dub dub

Yeah, I'm the Scatman!
Where's the Scatman?

I'm the Scatman, repeat after me
It's a scoobie oobie doobie, scoobie doobie melody
I'm the Scatman, sing along with me
It's a scoobie oobie doobie, scoobie doobie melody

Yeah!
I'm the Scatman!

Ski-bi dibby dib yo da dub dub
Yo da dub dub
Ski-bi dibby dib yo da dub dub
Yo da dub dub
(I'm the Scatman)
Ski-bi dibby dib yo da dub dub
Yo da dub dub
Ski-bi dibby dib yo da dub dub
Yo da dub dub

Ba-da-ba-da-ba-be bop bop bodda bope
Bop ba bodda bope
Be bop ba bodda bope
Bop ba bodda
Ba-da-ba-da-ba-be bop ba bodda bope
Bop ba bodda bope
Be bop ba bodda bope
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Ski-bi dibby dib yo da dub dub
Yo da dub dub
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Yeah, I'm the Scatman
Bop ba bodda bope
Be bop ba bodda bope
Bop ba bodda
I'm the Scatman
Bop ba bodda bope
Be bop ba bodda bope

Ba-da-ba-da-ba-be bop bop bodda bope
Bop ba bodda bope
Be bop ba bodda bope
Bop ba bodda
(Yeah, I'm the Scatman)
Ba-da-ba-da-ba-be bop ba bodda bope
(Sing along with me)
Bop ba bodda bope
(It's a scoobie oobie doobie, scoobie doobie melody)
Be bop ba bodda bope

 

[Incorrect]

The music industry is lying to you
it is telling you that you are excited
and you ARE excited
and you ARE excited

Or rather you have confused excitement,
with the fear of missing out.
Which is understandable as these two feelings
are very closely related!

Focusing, as they do, on the heart and the groin
and ending in a bloody mess - pregnancy tests
and too little sleep.

Our survey says that shouting inanities
in a regional accent is valuable to culture -
look at Eastenders, Soccer AM,
or the queen's speech!

Our survey says paedophiles run the BBC
but look at the alternatives!
Drowning men, clutching at straws through
their bell-end helmets
Sad women, dreaming of being owned by them
Their children, eventual despoilers of high streets
clad head to toe in menstrual blood

Screaming sexual insults into bedroom mirrors
in the sad belief that it will empower them
And it will empower them!
And it will empower them!

At least that's what it says on my cereal packet.

That's what it says on my receipt from the apple store.

(Good lord!)

I cannot identify the bloodied bodies of my loved ones -
they were killed whilst watching a new television show
on the MTV network,
one where Kim Kardashian is chased through woodland
by a giant bear wearing a mask which carries the visage
of recently deceased film director Michael Winner.

The bear has apparently not qualified for a work place
pension and is angry with Daniel Day-Lewis for what he
perceives to be the relative lack of action in
'There Will Be Blood' ..., which he otherwise enjoyed
but found a little precious for his tastes.

Anyway, after twenty minutes of panicked running around
intercut with interviews with friends and other celebrities
the production team behind the show all simultaneously
come to the same horrifying conclusion -

They have wasted the precious gift of life which has been
given to them by science!
They start attacking themselves with the nearest available
objects, breaking off camera tripods to ram them bloodily
into each other's eyes, climbing up the highest branches
of trees to fall face down onto the pulsing earth
The whole time shrieking and screaming with the sudden,
primal vigour of lost souls who have forgotten language,
and seem intent on shouting their black hearts from
their grey ... Semi-erect chests.

They face the pigs
They face the pigs they were
They face the pigs
They face the pigs they were

Anyway, my family members, otherwise enjoying a
restful sunday afternoon spent basking in the
christian lie of a benevolent and loving god,
witness this horror through the prism of their television set
Concentrated howl of psychic and bloodie anguish which
has utterly enveloped the unlikely woodland scene is
transmitted directly into the heart of our living room ...

And it bursts from the screen
And into their eyes and their hearts
And their minds and their tits
And their bits

And it bursts from the screen
And into their eyes and their hearts
And their minds and their tits
And their bits

(I don't mind, why do you?)

And it bursts from the screen
And into their eyes and their hearts
And their minds and their tits
And their bits

(I don't mind, why do you?)

And it bursts from the screen
And into their eyes and their hearts
And their minds and their tits
And their bits

(I don't mind, why do you?)

And it bursts from the screen
And into their eyes and their hearts
And their minds and their tits
And their bits

(I don't mind, why do you?)

And it bursts from the screen
And into their eyes and their hearts
And their minds and their tits
And their bits

... Sobs. Echo. Off their foreheads.

 

[TheFrog]

There'll be buckets, spades and bingo,
Cockles, mussels, rainy days,
Seaweed and sand castles, icy waves,
Deck chairs, rubber dinghies,
Old vests, braces dangling down,
A suntanned stranded starfish in a daze.

Up The Pool, written by Ian Anderson, recorded by Jethro Tull, 1971, describing the English seaside city of Blackpool.

 

[veggiepatch1959]

"Head Like A Hole" - Nine Inch Nails

God money I'll do anything for you.
God money just tell me what you want me to.
God money nail me up against the wall.
God money don't want everything he wants it all.

no you can't take it
no you can't take it
no you can't take that away from me
no you can't take it
no you can't take it
no you can't take that away from me

head like a hole.
black as your soul.
I'd rather die than give you control.
head like a hole.
black as your soul.
I'd rather die than give you control.

bow down before the one you serve.
you're going to get what you deserve.
bow down before the one you serve.
you're going to get what you deserve.

God money's not looking for the cure.
God money's not concerned with the sick amongst the pure.
God money let's go dancing on the backs of the bruised.
God money's not one to choose

Especially the bolded lines.

 

[LESStar58]

Them that don't know him won't like him
And them that do sometimes won't know how to take him
He ain't wrong he's just different
But his pride won't let him do things to make you think he's right

Waylon and Willie... Mama's Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up to Be Cowboys.

 

[horrie hastings]

Two Elton Johns songs which are poles apart.

Your Song


It's a little bit funny this feeling inside
I'm not one of those who can easily hide
I don't have much money but boy if I did
I'd buy a big house where we both could live

If I was a sculptor, but then again, no
Or a man who makes potions in a traveling show
I know it's not much but it's the best I can do
My gift is my song and this one's for you

And you can tell everybody this is your song
It may be quite simple but now that it's done
I hope you don't mind
I hope you don't mind that I put down in words
How wonderful life is while you're in the world

I sat on the roof and kicked off the moss
Well a few of the verses well they've got me quite cross
But the sun's been quite kind while I wrote this song
It's for people like you that keep it turned on

So excuse me forgetting but these things I do
You see I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue
Anyway the thing is what I really mean
Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen

And you can tell everybody this is your song
It may be quite simple but now that it's done
I hope you don't mind
I hope you don't mind that I put down in words
How wonderful life is while you're in the world

 

[horrie hastings]

I'm Still Standing

You could never know what it's like
Your blood like winter freezes just like ice
And there's a cold lonely light that shines from you
You'll wind up like the wreck you hide behind that mask you use

And did you think this fool could never win
Well, look at me, I'm a-coming back again
I got a taste of love in a simple way
And if you need to know while I'm still standing you just fade away

Don't you know I'm still standing better than I ever did
Looking like a true survivor, feeling like a little kid
And I'm still standing after all this time
Picking up the pieces of my life without you on my mind

I'm still standing. Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm still standing. Yeah, yeah, yeah

Once I never could hope to win
You're starting down the road leaving me again
The threats you made were meant to cut me down
And if our love was just a circus you'd be a clown by now

You know I'm still standing better than I ever did
Looking like a true survivor, feeling like a little kid
I'm still standing after all this time
Picking up the pieces of my life without you on my mind

I'm still standing. Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm still standing. Yeah, yeah, yeah

Don't you know that I'm still standing better than I ever did
Looking like a true survivor, feeling like a little kid
And I'm still standing after all this time
Picking up the pieces of my life without you on my mind

I'm still standing. Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm still standing. Yeah, yeah, yeah

I'm still standing. Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm still standing. Yeah, yeah, yeah

I'm still standing. Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm still standing. Yeah, yeah, yeah

 

[horrie hastings]

Evil Woman -ELO

"Evil Woman"

You made a fool of me, but them broken dreams have got to end

Hey woman, you got the blues, cos' you ain't got no one else to use
There's an open road that leads nowhere
So just make some miles between here and there
There's a hole in my head where the rain comes in
You took my body and played to win
Ha Ha woman it's a crying shame
But you ain't got nobody else to blame

[Chorus:]
E-evil Woman, E-evil Woman, E-evil Woman, Evil Woman

Rolled in from another town
Hit some gold too hot to settle down
But a fool and his money soon go separate ways
And you found a fool lyin' in a daze
Ha Ha woman what you gonna do
You destroyed all the virtues that the Lord gave you
It's so good that you're feeling pain
But you better get yourself on board the very next train

[Chorus]

Evil woman how you done me wrong
But now you're tryin' to wail a different song
Ha Ha funny how you broke me up
You made the wine now you drink the cup
I came runnin' every time you cried
Thought I saw love smilin' in your eyes
Ha Ha very nice to know, that you ain't got no place left to go

[Chorus]




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[thorson1987]

Too big, too small?
Size does matter, after all
Zu groß, zu klein?
Er könnte etwas größer sein

Mercedes-Benz und Autobahn
Alleine in das Ausland fahren
Reise, Reise! Fahrvergnügen
Ich will nur Spaß, mich nicht verlieben

Just a little bit...
Just a little, bitch!

You've got a pussy
I have a dick, ah.
So what's the problem?
Let's do it quick!

So take me now, before it's too late
Life's too short, so I can't wait
Take me now! Oh, don't you see?
I can't get laid in Germany…

Too short, too tall?
Doesn't matter, one size fits all
Zu groß, zu klein?
Der Schlagbaum sollte oben sein

Schönes Fräulein, Lust auf mehr
Blitzkrieg mit dem Fleischgewehr
Schnaps im Kopf, du holde Braut
Steck Bratwurst in dein Sauerkraut

Just a little bit...
Be my little bitch!

You've got a pussy
I have a dick, ah
So what's the problem?
Let's do it quick!

So take me now, before it's too late
Life's too short, so I can't wait
Take me now! Oh, don't you see?
I can't get laid in Germany…

Germany! Germany!

You've got a pussy
I have a dick, ah
So what's the problem?
Let's do it quick!

You've got a pussy
I have a dick, ah
So what's the problem?
Let's do it quick!

You've got a pussy
I have a dick, ah
So what's the problem?
Let's do it quick!

So take me now, before it's too late
Life's too short, so I can't wait
Take me now! Oh, don't you see?
I can't get laid in Germany…

 

[veggiepatch1959]

Love the uncensored video of Rammstein's "Pussy" he he he......

 

[OVP]

When fact is fiction and TV is reality.

From one of my least favourite bands, funnily enough.

 

[Generalzod]

Until the end of the World: U2

Haven't seen you in quite a while
I was down the hold just passing time
Last time we met was a low-lit room
We were as close together as a bride and groom
We ate the food, we drank the wine
Everybody having a good time
Except you
You were talking about the end of the world
I took the money
I spiked your drink
You miss too much these days if you stop to think
You lead me on with those innocent eyes
You know I love the element of surprise
In the garden I was playing the tart
I kissed your lips and broke your heart
You
You were acting like it was the end of the world
Love, love, love, love
Love, love, love, love
Love, love, love
In my dream I was drowning my sorrows
But my sorrows, they learned to swim
Surrounding me, going down on me
Spilling over the brim
Waves of regret and waves of joy
I reached out for the one I tried to destroy
You, you said you'd wait
'Til the end of the world

 

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