Favourite Lyrics/Lyricist

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I can't make up my mind on John Wayne Gacy Jr. I can't decide whether it's trite as it seemed when I first heard it, or if it's brilliant.

perhaps you should stop acting like such a wanker and just make up your mind

 

[Raider_69]

Bjork

 

[Balmain_Boy]

perhaps you should stop acting like such a wanker and just make up your mind

Good job.

 

[Tonearm Terrorwrist]

mm, favourite, 2pac

2pac - only fear of death
Pssst... psssssst... aiyyo
Are you afraid to die, or do you wanna live forever
Tell me, which one?

They wanna bury me, I'm worried -- I'm losin my mind
Look down the barrel of my nine and my vision's blurry
Fallin to pieces, am I guilty? I pray to the Lord
but he ignores me unfortunately cause I'm guilty
Show me a miracle, I'm hopeless -- I'm chokin off
marijuana smoke, with every toke it's like I'm losin focus
Fallin to sleep while I'm at service, when will I die?
Forever paranoid and nervous because I'm high
Don't mention funerals I'm stressin, and goin nutty
And reminiscin bout them n-ggaz that murdered my buddy
I wonder when will I be happy, ain't nothin funny
Flashbacks of bustin caps, anything for money
Where am I goin I discovered, can't nothin save me
My next door neighbor's havin convo with undercovers
Put a surprise in the mailbox, hope she get it
Happy birthday b-tch, you know you shouldn'ta did it
Everybody's dyin am I next, who can I trust?
Will they be G's, and they look at me before they bust?
Or will they kill me while I'm sleepin, two to the head
while I'm in bed, leakin blood on my satin sheets
Is there a heaven for a baller? I'm gettin suspicious
of this b-tch the line busy everytime I call her
Now she's tellin me to visit, who else is home?
I check the house before I bone, so we all alone
After I nut I hit the highway, see ya later
To all the players watch the fly way a n-gga played her
The b-tch is tellin all her homies -- that I can f-ck her
like no other now them other b-tches wanna bone me
I'm under pressure gettin drunk, somebody help me
I drink a fifth of Hennesey I don't think it's healthy
I see my enemies they creepin, don't make me blast
I watch the five-oh's roll, the motherf-ckers pass
by me like they know me, smilin as they laugh
I put up my middle finger then I dash
N-ggaz don't like me cause I'm Thuggin, and every day
I'm a hustler lookin to get paid

They wanna bury me, I'm worried -- no need to lie
I pray to God I don't scream when it's time to fry
Nowhere to rest I'm losin homies, ain't that a b-tch
When I was rich I had clout, now a n-gga's lonely
I put the pistol to my head, and say a prayer
I see visions of me dead, Lord are you there?
Then tell me am I lost cause I'm lonely
I thought I had friends but in the end a n-gga dies lonely
Nowhere to run I'm in terror, and no one cares
A closed casket at my funeral and no one's there
Is there a future for a killer? I change my ways
But still that don't promise me the next day
So I stay Thuggin with a passion, forever blastin
I'm bustin on these motherf-ckers in my madness
They wonder if I'm hellbound... well Hell
can't be worse than this, cause I'm in Hell now
Don't make me hurt you I don't want to, but I will
Seen motherf-ckers killed over phone bills
Never will I die, I'll be back
Reincarnated as a motherf-ckin mack
I love it cause in heaven there's no shortage on G's
I'm tellin you now, you motherf-ckers don't know me

big L for punchlines, freestyles, general creativeness, and slick rick for storytelling, gza for deepness, also gets a mention, masta killa on wu-tang clan's "da mystery of chessboxin" best rap verse ever imo

 

[Knightmare]

Paul Kelly- he writes lyrics like Tim Winton writes a novel- you feel like you've been there, you've done it yourself and the people they're talking about are people you know.

 

[Unknown Pleasures]

What about Morrissey? With his sole stuff and the Smiths he wrote some the best lyrics.

 

[Weasels Ripped My Flesh]

For novelty songs, the Bloodhound Gang write some pretty clever ones, lyrically.

 

[Manurewa_Marlins]

big L for punchlines

Put It On = The best opening track for an album since the Wu's Bring The Ruckus.

 

[fat_mike]

sample of some of chris hanna's current work

"America's Army (Die Jugend Marschiert)"

Die Jugend marschiert mit frohem Gesang
bei Sonnenschein und Regen;
die Jugend marschiert mit sieghaftem Drang
dem großen Ziel entgegen.
Wir stürmen die Welt, geh'n fest unser'n Schritt
wer jung ist der fügt sich freilich mit,
die Jugend marschiert, kein Pfad ist zu steil,
dem Siege entgegen zu eil'n.
Sieg Heil!

"Welcome to the offices of Economic and Manpower Analyses here at our historic and sprawling West Point Academy campus! My name is Mindy! It is my distinct pleasure to introduce you to a loving father of three (and a champion of the sanctioned use of armed force in pursuit of policy objectives). Ladies and gentlemen, put your hands together for the project director of our newest recruitment strategy; our mission to staff future combat systems through current technologies. Without any further ado, I give to you Colonel Casey Wardynski!"

"Thank you! Let me begin with some sentimental appeals to our national myths; assorted clichés coined by the state; the ideological shorthand meant to sweep your private doubts [away] of this virtual training course. This portal; this Trojan Horse that you living idiots paid for and actually rolled into your own kids’ rooms."

"Oops, did I just say that out loud? Oh, well, it’s not like it’s something new. It’s just the logical extension of the decades of bilge water that you’ve let us pump into your homes. The pink noise that hums away in the background while you run the gauntlet we force on you everyday. The billowing candy floss that helps to soften the blow. Deep down you’ve always known that your children already belong to us, so why don’t you cut the outraged parent routine, shut your mouth and get back in your seat. Your children already belong to us. What are you? You will pass on. And they won’t know a f**king thing but this 'community,' this real life Ender’s Game. Forget what you think you know."

listening to the song makes these lyrics even better.

more lyrics, this one having a big go at his label boss fat mike. brilliant

"Rock For Sustainable Capitalism"

I f**kin' love that one rock video where that f**king jack-ass mohawked millionaire prances around by far the worst sausage party on earth, where by mere chance he's caught on film shaking hands with an incredibly diverse collection of patriotic skins. I like the message it sends: With a Rebel yell, Just Do Exactly What You're Told. One million douche bags can't be wrong? "When did punk rock become so safe?" You'll excuse me if I laugh in your face as I itemize your receipts and PowerPoint your balance sheets. I hear this year's Vans Warped Tour is "going green!" I guess they heard that money grows on trees. Hope they ship all those sh*tty bands overseas like they did the factories. Music's power to describe, compel, renew... It's all a distant second to the offers you can't refuse. Anyone remember when we used to believe that music was a sacred place and not some f**king bank machine? Not something you just bought and sold? How could we have been so naive? Well, I think when all is said and done, just cause we were young doesn't mean we were wrong. And I'll rock back and forth on this two-bit hobbyhorse 'til she splinters and gives way. I'll tend the flowers by her grave. And whisper her name. If anyone out there understands can I please see a show of hands just so I know I'm not insane? Ever get the feeling you've been played? Well, that's rock for sustainable capitalism and you know, we may face a scorched and lifeless earth, but they're accountable to their shareholders first. That's how the world works.

 

[CliffyIsGod]

Elliott Smith
Win Butler/Regine Chassange
Billy Corgan
Sam Beam

 

[HevyDevy]

I went to an Elliott Smith tribute night at The Basement about 6 months ago - it was an enjoyable night actually.

 

[Frances the Mute]

Jarvis Cocker from Pulp. Here are a few choice cuts:

"Help the aged, one time they were just like you, drinking, smoking cigs and sniffing glue."

"And if you look very hard into those upon their face, you may see where you are headed and it's such a lonely place." - Help the aged

"I am not Jesus, though I have the same initials" - Dishes

"Pirate radio told us what was going down, we got the tickets from some f**ked up bloke in Campton Town, and no one seems to no exactly where it is, but that's okay cos were all sorted out for e's and wizz" - Sorted for E's & Wizz

"You're car can go up to 110, You've nowhere to go but you go there again, and nothing ever makes no difference to a man"

"You stumble in to town and hold you stomache in, you show 'em what you've got but they've seen everything." - I'm a Man

"A bad cover version of love is not the same thing"

"Just like an Own Brand box of Cornflakes he's gonna let you down my friend" - Bad Cover Version

"Sing along with the common people, sing along and it might just get you through, laugh along with the common people, even though they're laughing at you, and the stupid things you do, cos you think that poor is cool" - Common People

 

[carcharias]

disco 2000

You were the first girl at school to get breasts.
Martyn said that yours were the best.
The boys all loved you but I was a mess.
I had to watch them trying to get you undressed.

 

[SpaceMonkey]

Jarvis Cocker
Nick Cave
Gene Hoglan (in his Dark Angel days)

 

[HevyDevy]

Did Gene write lyrics?

 

[Frances the Mute]

disco 2000

You were the first girl at school to get breasts.
Martyn said that yours were the best.
The boys all loved you but I was a mess.
I had to watch them trying to get you undressed.

So many great tracks, it's hard to pick a favourite.

 

[elyod138]

Glenn Danzig
Jello Biafra

 

[LESStar58]

From "Waiting In Vain" by Bob marley and The Wailers

In life I know theres lots of grief but your love is my relief....
Tears in my eyes burn while i'm waiting for my turn

 

[HevyDevy]

The Human Equation by Ayreon - double CD, 12 vocalists, one story line.

The best concept album I've heard. Basically the album is one story about a guy who has a car accident and in in a coma. He is in hospital with his wife and best friend by his side. Anyway, one of the vocalists plays the main character, another plays his wife, another his friend and the other nine play nine seperate emotions that run through his head as he's asleep and reliving his past.

Vocalists include James LaBrie from Dream Theater (who plays the main character 'Me'), Mikael Akerfeldt from Opeth (Fear) and the great Devin Townsend (Pain).

Here's an example:

Me: Is this a dream or is it real?
Reason: Sometimes the dream becomes reality
Me: But I don't know what to feel
Reason:Then I will guide you through this haze
Me: But who are you, why are you here
Reason: I am you and you are all of us
Me: I can't think my mind ain't clear
Me: Then I will free you from this maze
Passion: Can't you feel it burn
Deep down inside
Won't you ever learn
Don't try to hide

 

[SpaceMonkey]

Did Gene write lyrics?

Gene wrote pretty much all the lyrics and maybe 50% of the music when he was in Dark Angel. He's a pretty good guitarist as well as being an awesome drummer. Most of his lyrics dealt with psychlogical type themes and some of them were pretty twisted, but VERY well written, here's an example, "Pain's Invention, Madness" from the final DA album, "Time Does not Heal"

Pain's Invention, Madness

Chains shackle me
With truth I'm face to face
Backed up in between
A damp cage I remain
In the cell of numb despair
The chill engulfs my veins
There's only one notion that I revere
The only truth in life is pain

It levels and crushes at its free will
My doomed fate will soon be sealed

Pain's invention, madness
Preys behind my eyes
Pain's invention, madness
Now I realize
Pain's invention, madness
Though I'll not break free
Pain's invention, madness
Truth eternally

Beyond my grasp is a life
That I will never attain
Happiness, joy, not in sight
Supplanted by truth's dark reign
Physical, mental agony shows
Along which my life revolves
Either you feel it, or you don't
There are never lies involved

Clutching to my abnormality
Hand in hand with destiny

Pain's invention, madness
Preys behind my eyes
Pain's invention, madness
Now I realize
Pain's invention, madness
Though I'll not break free
Pain's invention, madness
Truth eternally

When you are pumping full of life
The one sensation that you have
Can penetrate through love or hate
Existence on a higher plane
In death and life, both the domains
Surrender totally to pain

I slip and claw and scream
It calls
Leave me alone with me
It yearns
I'm bleeding from my brain
It needs me
I'm helpless, trapped behind
Its walls
Tearing apart my mind
It burns
Upon my naked soul
It feeds

Streams of consciousness fill the page
As my nerve endings scream in rage
Deliver me to the darkest age
As DeSade sits at center stage

My flesh is but a portal now
To wisdom and truth I am avowed

Pain's invention, madness
Pain's invention, madness

Twisting through the door
Am I nevermore?
My breath I can feel
Therefore I am real

I've succumbed to there heinous sins
And I'll never be forgiven
Shackled and bound, my new life I've found
And I've tasted the fruits forbidden

I've craving more
Of pain's overtures
Liberation is near
And I have nothing to fear

In this journey of self-discovery
I have found the keys to be set free
In this wicked course, I've uncovered the force
That will keep me vital eternally

Pain's invention, madness
The force that preys behind my eyes
Pain's invention, madness upon me
Pain's invention, madness
It takes this long to realize
Pain's invention, madness, has set me free

Transcendency
Of mere mortality
Tortured infliction
Is now my addiction
Constant agony
Has created me
I am suffering
Through this atrocity

I'm not blind to what I might find
Squirming way down deep inside my labyrinthine mind
Inhibitions removed, replaced with scar tissue
And I'm punished with blades of my lobotomizing suit

I've sought this dream
In its violent extreme
Now my pleasure is clear
Though the lesson's severee

My will is strong, but I could be wrong
This new doctrine for which I've been searching all along is
The religion of truth through administration of pain
The body only takes so much before it drives the mind insane

As a matter of fact, my friend
I've come to my bitter end
It's not a torture rack I'm in
Though I can still pretend
It's a jacket of white with buckles and straps
Not a pleasure device at all
It keeps me safely under wraps
While I'm chained to this padded wall

hear my cries...
you'll never know