Remember i did some other thread AGES ago about greatest lyrics ?

[Simo]

Trying to D/L now, will report back once ive heard it.

Finally got it, at first though 'meh' but then started to recognise the song....did anyone do a cover of this, maybe INXS or someone?? Or is this the only version and this is the song I recall?

Anyway, Id say its good but not great.

 

[Tom Shines]

OVP: Tears for Fears? World Party?
My god you have awesome taste in music... ;-)

I'll throw in Ordinary World by Duran Duran.

 

[Dr Crane]

We turn away to face the cold, enduring chill
As the day begs the night for mercy, love.

A sun so bright it leaves no shadows
Only scars carved into stone on the face of earth.

The moon is up and over One Tree Hill
We see the sun go down in your eyes.

You run like a river on to the sea
You run like a river runs to the sea.

And in the world, a heart of darkness, a fire-zone
Where poets speak their heart then bleed for it

Jara sang, his song a weapon in the hands of love.
You know his blood still cries from the ground.

It runs like a river runs to the sea.
It runs like a river to the sea.

I don't believe in painted roses or bleeding hearts
While bullets rape the night of the merciful.

I'll see you again when the stars fall from the sky
And the moon has turned red over One Tree Hill.

We run like a river runs to the sea
We run like a river to the sea.

And when it's rainin', rainin' hard
That's when the rain will break my heart.

Rainin', rainin' in your heart
Rainin' in your heart.
Rainin', rain into your heart
Rainin', rainin', rainin'
Rain into your heart.
Rainin', ooh, rain in your heart, yeah.
Feel it.

Oh great ocean
Oh great sea
Run to the ocean
Run to the sea.




Also this song...




Green light, Seven Eleven,
You stop in for a pack of cigarettes.
You don't smoke, don't even want to.
Hey now, check your change.
Dressed up like a car crash
Your wheels are turnin' but you're upside down.
You say when he hits you, you don't mind
Because when he hurts you, you feel alive.
Oh, is that what it is?

Red lights, grey morning
You stumble out of a hole in the ground.
A vampire or a victim
It depends on who's around.
You used to stay in to watch the adverts
You could lip synch. to the talk shows.
And if you look, you look through me
And when you talk, you talk at me
And when I touch you, you don't feel a thing.

If I could stay, then the night would give you up.
Stay, and the day would keep its trust.
Stay, and the night would be enough.

Faraway, so close
Up with the static and the radio.
With satellite television
You can go anywhere:
Miami, New Orleans
London, Belfast and Berlin.

And, if you listen, I can't call.
And, if you jump, you just might fall.
And, if you shout, I'll only hear you.

If I could stay, then the night would give you up.
Stay, and the day would keep its trust.
Stay with the demons you drowned.
Stay with the spirit I found.
Stay, and the night would be enough.

Three o'clock in the morning
It's quiet, there's no one around,
Just the bang and the clatter
As an angel runs to ground.
Just the bang and the clatter
As an angel hits the ground.

 

[Mr. Fahrenheit]

Mad World FTW!

All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow

And I find it kinda funny
I find it kinda sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very mad world mad world

Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday
Made to feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson
Look right through me, look right through me

And I find it kinda funny
I find it kinda sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very mad world ... mad world
Enlarging your world
Mad world

 

[Knightmare]

Intro

A new age is upon us, yet the past refuses to rest in its shallow grave...FOR THOSE WHO HIDE BEHIND THE FALSE IMAGE OF THE SON OF MAN SHALL STAND BEFORE GOD!!!

It has begun....the beginning of the end...

Verse One

Yeah...yeah...yeah...yeah
The voice of racism preaching the Gospel is devilish
The fake Church called the Prophet Muhhumud a terrorist
Forgetting that God is not religion, but a spirtual bond
And Jesus is the most quoted prophet in the Qua'ran
They bombed innocent people, tryna murder Saddaam
When You gave him those chemical weaopons to goto war with Iran
This is the information that they hold back from Peter Jennings
And Condoleeza Rice is just a new age Selly Hemmings
I break it down with critical language and spiritial anguish
The Judas I hang with - is guilty of betraying Christ
Who murdered and stole his religion, and painted it white
Translated in psychologically tainted philosophy
Conservative, political right wing ideaology
Glued together sloppely, the blasphamy of a nation
Got my back to the wall, coz Im facing assassination
Or Guantonomo Bay, federal incarciration
How can this be the Land Of The Free and Home Of The Brave
Indiginous hollocaust, and the home of the slaves
Corporate America, dancing offbeat to the rythem
You really thing that this country never sponsered terrorism?
Human rights violations they continue to sage
El Salvador and the Contras and Niceuragua
And on top of that they still wanna take me to prison
Because I wont trade humanity for patriotism

Chorus

Its like MK-Altra controlling ya brain
Suggestive thinking, causing your perspective to change
They're wanna rearange the whole point of view of the ghetto
The Fourth Branch of the Government want us to settle
A bandanna full of glittering generality
Fighting for freedom, and fighting terror, But whats reality?
Read about the histroy of the place that you live in
And stop letting corporate news tell lies to ya children

Verse Two

Flow like the blood of Abraham, through the Jews and the Arabs
Broken apart like a woman's heart abused in a marriage
The brink of Holy War, bottled up, like a miscarriage
And embedded correspondants dont tell the source of the tension
And they refuse to even mention, European intervention
Or the Massacres in Jenene, the innocent screams
US manafactured missiles, and M-16s
Weapons contracts and currupted American dreams
Media censorship blocking out the video screams
A continent of oil Kingdoms, bought for a bargain
Democracy is just a word, when the people are starvin
The average citizen made to be blind to the reason
A desert filled with genocide where the bodies are freezin
And the World doesnt believe that you're fighting for freedom
Coz you f*cked the Middle East and gave birth to a demon
Its hunting season with the CIA buggin my crib
Trapped in a ghetto region like a Palestinian kid
Where nobody gives a f*ck whether you die or you live
Im tryna give the truth, and I know the price is my life
But when Im gone they'll sing a song about Immortal Technique
Who behead the President, and the Princes and Sheiks
They dont give a f*ck about us, I can see through your vasad
Like a fallen angel standing in the prescence of God
B*tch n*ggaz scared of the truth when it looks at you hard

Chorus

Its like MK-Altra controlling ya brain
Suggestive thinking, causing your perspective to change
They're wanna rearange the whole point of view of the ghetto
The Fourth Branch of the Government want us to settle
A bandanna full of glittering generality
Fighting for freedom, and fighting terror, But whats reality?
Marshall Law is coming soon to the hood to kill you
While you hang your flag out front of your project window

Outro

Yeah, the Fourth Branch of the Government aka the Media, seems to now have a retirement plan for ex-millitary officials, as if their opinion was at all unbiased. A machine shouldnt speak for man, so shut the f*ck up you mindless drone...

And you know its serious when these same media outfits are spending millions of dollars on a PR campaign to try to convince you that they're fair and balanced, when they're some of the most ignorant and racist people, giving that type of mentality a safe haven...

We act like we share in the spoils of war that they do...We die in wars, we dont get the contracts to make money off em afterwards! We dont get weapons contracts n*gga! We dont get cheap labour for our companies n*gga! We are cheap labour n*gga! Turn of the news and read n*gga! Read.......read.......

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Wow, no wonder 99% of punks and musos are leftoids...

 

[OVP]

Here's another VERY simple song. Thank you Perry Farrell.

So much meaning in these very simple lyrics ...

Pets by Porno for Pyro's.

Children are innocent
A teenager's f**ked up in the head
Adults are even more f**ked up
And elderlies are like children
Will there be another race
To come along and take over for us?
Maybe martians could do
Better than we've done
We'll make great pets!
We'll make great pets!
We'll make great pets!
We'll make great pets!
We'll make great pets!
We'll make great pets!
We'll make great pets!
We'll make great pets!
My friend says we're like the dinosaurs
Only we are doing ourselves in
Much faster than they
Ever did
We'll make great pets!
We'll make great pets!
We'll make great pets!
We'll make great pets!
We'll make great pets!
We'll make great pets!
We'll make great pets!
We'll make great pets!
We will make great pets
We'll make great pets!
We'll make great pets!
We'll make great pets!
We will make great pets!
We'll make great pets!
We'll make great pets!
We'll make great pets!

 

[Red Bear]

Bad Religion - along the way
-------------------------
I refuse to abuse what is kind to the muse,
but it's there and it's happening to me along the way.
as we go through the snow, we cannot forget our foes,
but the dinner's always waiting at the table along the way, yeah.

what you see, not for me, isn't what you planned to be,
but you'll have what you wanted in the end along the way.
and we'll try as we cry and our brothers pass us by,
to be strong through the ages of our tears along the way, yeah.

now we grow as we show that the morals we must know
will be shapen and mistaken by the falls along the way.
BUT FORGET, DONT REGRET to find love and happiness
unless you're willing to be strong when they are gone along the way.
like Tommy, you are free, and you will not follow me,
until we see each other once more on the path along the way.

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

Bad Religion - Come Join Us (the three most frightening words any religion can say)
---------------------------
so you say you gotta know why the world goes 'round
and you can't find the truth in the things you've found
and you're scared sh*tless 'cause evil abounds
come join us

well I heard you were looking for a place to fit in
full of adherent people with the same objective
a family to cling to and call brethren
come and join us

all we want to do is change your mind
all you need to do is close your eyes

come join us
come join us
come join us

don't you see all the trouble that most people are in
and that they just want you for their own advantage
but I swear to you we're different from all of them
come join us
I can tell you are lookin' for a way to live
where truth is determined by consensus
full of codified arbitrary directives
come join us

all we want to have is your small mind
turn it into one of our kind
you can go through life adrift and alone
desperate, desolate, on your own
but we're lookin' for a few more stalwart clones

come join us
come join us
come join us

we've got spite and dedication as a vehement brew
the world hates us, well we hate them too
but you're exempted of course if you
come join us

independent, self-contented, revolutionary
intellectual, brave, strong and scholarly
if you're not one of them, you're us already so

come join us
come join us
come join us
come join us
come join us
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Bad Religion - Against The Grain
----------------------------------------
three thousand miles of wilderness
overcome by the flow,
a lonely restitution of pavement,
pomp and show,
I seek a thousand answers,
I find but one or two,
I maintain no discomfiture,
my path again renewed,
against the grain,
that's where I'll stay,
swimming upstream,
I maintain against the grain

here labelled as lunatic,
sequestered and content,
there ignored and defeated
by the government,
there's an oriented public who's magnetic
force does pull,
but away from the potential of the individual,
against the grain.....

the flow is getting stronger
with smaller increments of time and eddies
of new ideas are increasingly hard to find,
you need all that the other has,
your right to seize the day
but in all your acquisitions you will soon
be swept away,
against the grain......
there's a common consensus
and an uncomfortable cheer,
a reverberating chorus that anyone can hear,
it sings "leave your cares behind you,
just grab tenaciously",
this lulling sense or purpose will
destroy us rapidly,
against the grain.....
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[Red Bear]

Tripod - The Hot Dog Man
--------------------------------
Tripod: The hot dog man is packing up,
He's putting all his sauces away.
Gatesy: Yeah!
Tripod: Scrapes the onion grease into a cup,
To use again another day.

Other hot dog men might re-use their cheese,
But never this hot dog man.
He whistles a tune and bobs his head,
While sweeping out the floor of his van.

The hot dog man once tried a line,
In gelati and soft-serve treats.
But they didn't last long in the bain-marie,
In amongst the steaming meats.

The sauce bottle nozzles clog up every day,
He always is surprised by how much.
A friend once suggested the sachets,
But he prefers the personal touch.

Yon and Scod: The hot dog man...
The hot dog man...
Gatesy: How beautiful is the hot dog man?
Don't you love him? He just knows what life's about.
It's the simple things, that's the lesson.
Scod: Yeah.

Yon and Scod: The hot dog man...
Gatesy: The hot dog man attends the normal events,
Such as concerts and football games.
Yon and Scod: The hot dog man...
Gatesy: Has his regulars at the stadium,
He takes the time to learn all their names.

Gatesy and Scod: The hot dog man...
Yon: Whilst he knows it's a professional relationship,
He always asks about their lives.
Gatesy and Scod: The hot dog man...
Yon: Says, "How are the kids? Is your Mum still well?
Hey, tell me when the baby arrives."

Gatesy: Awww!

Tripod: The hot dog man maintains his van,
He works on it meticulously.
He'd have it done by a mechanic,
But who would take as much care as he?

The hot dog man drops his daughter off,
At ballet practice three times a week.
He jokingly asks, "Am I a taxi?",
Gatesy: She laughs and smiles and kisses his cheek.

Gatesy and Scod: Aww!

Yon and Scod: The hot dog man...
Gatesy: You gotta love the hot dog man, don't ya?
Oh, he's just beautiful, I love him.
Yon and Scod: The hot dog man...
Gatesy: I could sing about him all night.
In fact, let's do that, yeah!

Yon and Scod: The hot dog man earns a modest amount,
His overheads are more than you'd think.
When you add up the cost of his hobby,
Plus the wholesale price of the drinks.

Gatesy: What's with "hobby", Yon?

Yon and Scod: The hot dog man has certain needs,
Not all of which his wife can fulfil.
He also has his favourite TV shows,
The one he likes the most is "The Bill".

Gatesy: They're not the lyrics, can we...

Gatesy and Scod: The hot dog man...
Yon: The hot dog man knows his hardware,
Has certain brands he tends to prefer.
Gatesy and Scod: The hot dog man...
Yon: He's been fitting out his cellar,
But he's not at all the wine connoisseur.

Yon and Gatesy: The hot dog man...
Scod: The hot dog man drives his hot dog van,
In circuits 'round the local reserve.
Yon and Gatesy: The hot dog man...
Scod: He drives slowly, but not too slowly,
And casual, so as not to unnerve.

Gatesy: I don't like the hot dog man any more!

Yon and Scod: The hot dog man...

Gatesy: The hot dog man's a bad hot dog man, isn't he, guys?

Guys?

Yon and Scod: The hot dog man...

Gatesy: What the f**k is going on?

Yon and Scod: The hot dog man has a coolroom,
With independent power supply.
Has a table on wheels and a light source,
He performs his operations by.

Gatesy: OPERATIONS?!

Yon and Scod: The hot dog man's identity,
Changes every now and again.
For a time, he was a woman,
Or at least he wore a woman's skin.

Gatesy: NOOOOOOOOO!

Yon and Scod: If you listen hard in the dead of night,
Is that a scratching sound you can hear?
Gatesy: I DON'T LIKE THIS!
Yon and Scod: We use the word "evil" so liberally,
Gatesy: STOP... STOP THE f**kING SONG!

Stop... just stop it.

Scod: What?
Gatesy: What are you doing to the hot dog...
Scod: What?
Gatesy: What have you done to him?
Scod: What do you mean, "done to him"?
Gatesy: You've...
Scod: There's a whole range of factors, it wasn't just us.
Gatesy: No!
Yon: Yeah!
Gatesy: No!
Yon: I mean, you know, it's a whole "nature versus nurture" issue, really.
Scod: It is!
Gatesy: It's just... no!
Scod: He might have parental problems, who knows? Maybe he's just evil.
We just don't know.
Gatesy: He doesn't! He doesn't have to be evil though.
Scod: What are you talking about?
Gatesy: No, he doesn't.

Why can't... here's an idea... ooh, Gatesy! Why don't we... why don't we make the hot dog man a nice hot dog man again, eh?
Yon: All right.
Gatesy: You know, remember? Aha! Remember...

Gatesy: The hot dog man is packing up,
Gatesy: (That's it)
Gatesy: He's... twisting all the ties on the bun bags.
Umm... puts the ice bucket back in the freezer,
Yon and Scod: Where he also keeps the human heads.

Gatesy: NOOOOOO!

Yon: I like that!
Gatesy: Ohhhh...
Scod: Come on... he's a multi-dimensional character, that's all.
Yon: Come on, Gatesy - don't you think we're all the hot dog man deep down inside?
Gatesy: Noooo...
Scod: It's about the complexity of human relationships... and knives.
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[2 True Blues]

Iron Maiden have some great lyrics. Poetic masters !!!

 

[OVP]

Halloween on Military Street by Insane Clown Posse is also very good too Actually its f**king great

ICP (Insane Clown Posse) - Halloween On Military Street Lyrics

[Chorus]
f**k! Damnit! Another Halloween.
People on Military know what this means.
Houses on fire, they're blowin up cars.
Creatures in the streets, and razor blades in candy bars.

I went to trick-or-treat the first house on my block,
Spit in my face and gave me a rock.
I tried to give it back and said "I'll take nothing instead."
Turned around and walked away and felt the rock peg me in the head

Walked to the next house directly next door
There I saw an old woman dead on the floor
I said "Excuse me miss, but do you have a treat?"
She lifted her leg and scraped flakes off her dead feet

I ran to the next house happy and giddy
And there i seen a fat woman holding up her titty
I said, "Trick-or-treat." she sad "Treat-or-trick."
And squeezed on her titty until it.......f**k it that's too sick

Next house up was sittin back in the woods
I was a lil frightened but f**k I want the goods
I knocked on the door I heard a knock back
And then i heard "COME ON IN" and yo I'm like f**k DAT!

This house belongs to Mrs. Cherry Spoon
She said, "Drop your drawls and your treat is coming soon."
I quickly grew a stiffy, but kept my eyes shut
A hand came out the mail chute and flicked me in the nuts

I wobbled to the next house ready for the worst
And chillin in the drive was a long black hurst
I rang the door bell and said "Is anybody home."
"Of course little biy have a sugar coated kidney stone."

I walked throught the field, and to the next crib
Her friendliness could only be in her cooking bib
I said "How bout some candy." she said "How bout instead,
A nice hot fresh home made loaf of yeast infection bread."

My bag's gettin heavy so I rest on the curb
And riding on his bike her comes little Larry Shurb
I snuck up behind him and kicked him off his seat
I punched him in the neck, and power bombed him in the street

Now my bag of candy has doubled in size
Up to the next house for my scary prize
I'm like trick-or-treat, trick treat tricky dick
he opened up his door slapped my lips and didn't give me sh*t

Rock through his window and ran across the street
To the Dayton Mansion I'm in for a treat
I dinged on the dong, and here comes the butler
A big gumpy tall ass lurch lookin ma'f**ka

I said "Hello Mr. is there somethin for my sack?"
He reached in his pocket but I think he hurt his back
It's taking him an hour, my bag is open ready
But then he finally dropped it in my sack, a f**kin penny

The next house is abandonded so forget it
But wait a minute, I think somebody's livin in it
I ran up to the door "Trick-or-treat, you can't hide"
It was a crackhead, he crawled in my bag and died

The next house is mine the last on the block
My mother's sitting on the porch shinning up her glock
I climbed on the roof with my brother Jump Steady
And we yelled "HAPPY HALLOWEEN AND CLOWN LOVE!" to the whole city

[Chorus til fade]

My lyrics suck ... these are the REAL lyrics

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y5OBw0SWrno

Clown love could only mean one thing ...

 

[FunkyMonk]

what a dumper this thread is...

 

[OVP]

what a dumper this thread is...

What a f**king born genius YOU ARE. Funkymonk lol.

 

[2 True Blues]

Well the last plane out of sydeny's almost gone . Be on it !!!!!

 

[skeepe]

The Dropkick Murphys have some fantastic lyrics.

"Pipebomb On Lansdowne"

It's Friday night and the street's filled with freaks, come watch as the useless flock to the beat
Of the techno noise that enhances their high, a bombs gonna blow and I think you know why!

Everybody's running out, bodies hit the ground, you'd better take cover
It's a pipebomb on lansdowne street

There's no room for dancing on your precious floors, cause you've got to save space for the jocks and whores
You say that our shows are for violent thugs, but we're not the ones on designer drugs

Everybody's running out, bodies hit the ground, you'd better take cover
It's a pipebomb on lansdowne street

It's not a bunch of little kids we're out to harm and maim, so maim
So make sure the night you hurl the pipe there's no baseball game
Look for flyers, check the phoenix, are there any decent shows, if Keith Bennett isn't working
Then the bomb is good to go.

"Curse Of A Fallen Soul"

Another wake, another time, a premature goodbye.
I've watched you go and I've seen you pass,
I always knew that it wouldn't last.
Together now we mourn the loss, and remember all the fun.
We'll drink the beer and we'll hang out where death took another son.
So all for one and one for all, do we ever wonder why?
Though the reasons clear, this friend so dear was taken before his time.

[Chorus:]
So may this round be on the corpse of a dead man,
with a toast that tells of a love you never shared.
So as we dance on the grave of the misbehaved
Raise your glass and sing the praise of a fallen soul.

Many bow their heads for this man they know so well,
with solemn thoughts they'll drink and drug for a resurrection.
(Facing death we fear no danger)
While mothers shed their tears through a veil of desperation
these fiends of a vicious breed raise holy hell.

[Chorus]

How many times can fate be changed, the dice be rolled
is there no path of least resistance for the bold
(It's never sought and rarely taken)
Shocked and dismayed at how it stole his life
When this fateful course of action takes its toll

[Chorus x2]

Now let's all gather 'round in our custom suits and ties
Telling how this soul was a source of inspiration
(Love him now, he lives no longer)
But you never tell the tales of the times you turned your back
on this friend who never found the righteous path

[Chorus]

"The Worker's Song"

Yeh, this one's for the workers who toil night and day
By hand and by brain to earn your pay
Who for centuries long past for no more than your bread
Have bled for your countries and counted your dead

In the factories and mills, in the shipyards and mines
We've often been told to keep up with the times
For our skills are not needed, they've streamlined the job
And with sliderule and stopwatch our pride they have robbed

[Chorus:]
We're the first ones to starve, we're the first ones to die
The first ones in line for that pie-in-the-sky
And we're always the last when the cream is shared out
For the worker is working when the fat cat's about

And when the sky darkens and the prospect is war
Who's given a gun and then pushed to the fore
And expected to die for the land of our birth
Though we've never owned one lousy handful of earth?

[Chorus x3]

All of these things the worker has done
From tilling the fields to carrying the gun
We've been yoked to the plough since time first began
And always expected to carry the can

And of course... made famous by the movie The Departed...

"I'm Shipping Up To Boston"

I'm a sailor peg
and I've lost my leg
I've climbed up the top sails
I've lost my leg!

I'm shipping up to Boston whoa
I'm shipping up to Boston whoa
I'm shipping up to Boston whoa
I'm shipping off...to find my wooden leg

I'm a sailor peg
and I've lost my leg
I've climbed up the top sails
I've lost my leg!

I'm shipping up to Boston whoa
I'm shipping up to Boston whoa
I'm shipping up to Boston whoa
I'm shipping off...to find my wooden leg