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Yeah Yeah Yeahs --"Gold Lion"
« Reply #555 on: October 19, 2009, 03:03:31 AM »
Gold lion's gonna tell me where the light is,
Gold lion's gonna tell me where the light is,
Take our hands out of control,
Take our hands out of control

Now, tell me what you saw,
Tell me what you saw,
There was a crowd of seas,
Inside, outside,
I must have done a dozen each

It was the height I grew, the weight,
The shell was crushing you,
I've been around a few

Tell me what you saw,
I'll tell you what to...
Ooh ooh, ooh ooh, ooh ooh, ahh ohh
Ooh ooh, ooh ooh, ooh ooh, ahh ohh

Gold lion's gonna tell me where the light is,
Gold lion's gonna tell me where the light is,
Take our hands out of control,
Take our hands out of control

outside, inside
This is a moon without a tide,
We'll build a fire in your eyes
We'll build a fire when the colors getting brighter,
Cold desire, makes a moon without a tide

Tell me what you saw,
I'll tell you what to...
Ooh ooh, ooh ooh, ooh ooh, ahh ohh
Ooh ooh, ooh ooh, ooh ooh, ahh ohh

Ooh ooh, ooh ooh, ooh ooh, ahh ohh
Ooh ooh, ooh ooh, ooh ooh, ahh ohh
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Sonic Youth- Ghost Bitch
« Reply #556 on: October 19, 2009, 11:42:20 PM »
Slowly pour the liquid down
For miles and miles it flows along
Rose colored neon lighted
Swirl around turn around
Feel the touch of my hand
Swirl around swirl around
Fellow shadows black and blue
All around all around
Locking arms side by side
Crouch down before the fire's light
You're the first day of my life

I had no belief before
Until i had this dream last night
I still remember their savage cries
So serious in their rite
Faces painted in joyous fright
In the dawns early light
Oh say did you see the color of my eternity
And the sweat on my skin
Our founding fathers laid right down
An indian ghost from long ago
They gave birth to my bastard kin
America it is called
A sensation of eternity
Locking arms side by side
Crouch down before fire's light
You're the first day of my life
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Richard Thompson
« Reply #557 on: October 25, 2009, 02:07:36 PM »
Well I wove the rope and I picked the spot
Well I stuck out my neck and I tightened the knot
O stranger, stranger, I’m near out of time
You stretch out your hand, I stretched out mine

O maybe just the hand of kindness
Maybe just the hand of kindness
Maybe just a hand, stranger will you reach me in time
In time

Well I scuppered the ship and I bent the rail
Well, I cut the brakes and I ripped the sail
And they called me a Jonah, it’s a sin I survived
Well, you stretched out your hand, I stretched out mine

Maybe just the hand of kindness
Well, maybe just the hand of kindness
O maybe just a hand, stranger will you reach me in time
In time

O shoot that old horse and break in the new
O the hung are many and the living are few
I see your intention, here’s my neck on the line
You stretch out your hand I stretched out mine

Well, maybe just the hand of kindness
O maybe just the hand of kindness
Well, maybe just a hand, stranger will you reach me in time
In time

O maybe just the hand of kindness
Well, maybe just the hand of kindness
Well, maybe just a hand, stranger will you reach me in time
In time
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Roy Harper--"Hangman"
« Reply #558 on: October 27, 2009, 06:53:01 AM »
Last night I wasn't sleeping
I knew it was my last
I've just been lying thinking
Reliving all my past
My family and friends have left
My children are all lost
And now I'm standing in a death cell
As the sands of time fall fast

My poor heart it is thumping
My head is fit to flood
To feel that rope around my neck
And know it's there for good
I know that I am innocent
And no one's understood
And now I'm standing on the gallows
To be murdered in cold blood

We are creatures of darkness
Killers of time
We are creatures of darkness
Bodies in lime

Hangman oh hangman
How sleepless is your bed
I can't believe my own ears
My heart is full of lead
That you'd apply and get the job
Of pulling off my head
And leave me kicking in the darkness
Splattering the walls with blood

Hangman oh hangman
You're working in the shade
For creatures of the jungle
Whose message is displayed
In graphic tones of blood revenge
All down the civil blade
And you're the creasy little monkey
Who murders to be paid

And in about six minutes time
I'll be thrown into the lime
By the screws who dug my grave
Who never felt the shame
Who threw me in still breathing
As they covered me with slime
And stuck me on a map in the governors office
A number with no name

We are creatures of darkness
Killers of time
Creatures of darkness
Bodies in lime

And as true as I stand here
I would wish to be untied
To rip those lies clean out your throats
That my death might somehow be justified
There's no unconsecrated ground
In my heart or in my mind
I lived and died in a world full of snakes
And I'm buried in a vicious lie

We are creatures of darkness
Killers of time
Creatures of darkness
Bodies in lime
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Hats off
« Reply #559 on: October 27, 2009, 03:36:27 PM »
Damn, now I really have to hear some Roy Harper!
Those lyrics caustically transcend "Masters of War" by Bob Dylan.
What's your Roy Harper source these days?
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Re: Hats off
« Reply #560 on: October 27, 2009, 05:04:08 PM »
Quote from: "Froderik"
Damn, now I really have to hear some Roy Harper!
Those lyrics caustically transcend "Masters of War" by Bob Dylan.
What's your Roy Harper source these days?


www.royharper.com
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Richard Thompson- End of The Rainbow
« Reply #561 on: October 28, 2009, 07:46:54 PM »
I feel for you, you little horror
Safe at your mother’s breast
No lucky break for you around the corner
‘Cos your father is a bully
And he thinks that you’re a pest
And your sister, she’s no better than a whore

Life seems so rosy in the cradle
but I’ll be a friend, I’ll tell you what’s in store
There’s nothing at the end of the rainbow
There’s nothing to grow up for anymore

Tycoons and barrow boys will rob you
And throw you on the side
And all because they love themselves sincerely
And the man who holds a bread-knife
Up to your throat, is four feet wide
And he’s anxious just to show you what it’s for

Your mother works so hard to make you happy
But take a look outside the nursery door
There’s nothing at the end of the rainbow
There’s nothing to grow up for anymore

All the sad and empty faces
That pass you on the street
All running in their sleep, all in a dream
Every loving handshake
Is just another man to beat
How your heart aches just to cut him to the core

Life seems so rosy in the cradle
but I’ll be a friend, I’ll tell you what’s in store
There’s nothing at the end of the rainbow
There’s nothing to grow up for anymore
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Jefferson Airplane--"Eskimo Blue Day"
« Reply #562 on: October 31, 2009, 03:14:13 AM »
Jefferson Airplane--"Eskimo Blue Day"

Snow cuts loose from the frozen
Until it joins with the African sea
In moving it changes it's cold and it's name
The reason I come and go is the same
Animal game for me
You call it rain
But the human name
Doesn't mean shit to a tree
If you don't mind heat in your river and
Fork tongue talking from me
Swim like an eel fantastic snake
Take my love when it's free
Electric feel with me
You call it loud
But the human crowd
Doesn't mean shit to a tree
Change the strings and notes slide
Change the bridge and string shift down
Shift the notes and bride sings
Fire eating people
Rising toys of the sun
Energy dies without body warm
Icicles ruin your gun
Water my roots the natural thing
Natural spring to the sea
Sulphur springs make my body float
Like a ship made of logs from a tree
Redwoods talk to me
Say it plainly
The human name
Doesn't mean shit to a tree
Snow called water going violent
Damn the end of the stream
Too much cold in one place breaks
That's why you might know what I mean
Consider how small you are
Compared to your scream
The human dream
Doesn't mean shit to a tree
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Jefferson Airplane--"The House At Pooneil Corners"
« Reply #563 on: October 31, 2009, 03:22:42 AM »
You and me, we keep walking around and we see
All the bullshit around us.
You try and keep your mind on what's going down,
Cant help but see the rhinoceros around us.

Then you wonder what you can be,
And you do what you can to get far and high.
And you know I'm still gonna need you around.
And you know I'm still gonna need you around.

You say its healing, but nobody's feeling it.
Somebody's dealing, somebody's stealing,
And you say you don't see and you don't.
You say you wont know and you wont, when it comes.

Everything someday will be gone except silence.
The earth will be quiet again.
Seas from clouds will wash off the ashes of violence
Left as the memory of men.
There will be no survivors, my friend.

Suddenly everyone will look surprised,
Stars spinning wheels in the skies,
Sun is scrambled in their eyes
And circles like a vulture.

Someone stood at the window and cried one tear.
I thought that would stop the war, but someone is killing me.
That's the last time I do think anymore.
Jelly and juice and bubbles bubbles on the floor.

Castles on cliffs vanished
Just like heaps rubbish
Seen from the stars hour upon hour
As splinters, dust, and black flowers.

From here to heaven is a scar,
Dead center, deep as death.
All the idiots have left.
The idiots have left.

Cows are almost cooing,
Turtle doves are mooing;
Which is why a Pooh is poohing
In the sun
Sun
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Krokus...
« Reply #564 on: October 31, 2009, 04:43:22 AM »
...Sons of Vengeance...can you rescue me...
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If you would have justice in this world, then begin to see that a human being is not a means to some end.  People are not commodities.  When human beings are just to one another government becomes obsolete and real freedom is born; SPIRITUAL ANARCHY.

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Screamin in the Night
« Reply #565 on: October 31, 2009, 08:47:02 PM »
...They've got me tied up to an old tree...

...They've got me screamin, alone in the night...

...I'm beggin them to see what's wrong and what is right....what is wrong and what is right...Oh-oh-oh-o-oh...what is wrong and what is right...
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If you would have justice in this world, then begin to see that a human being is not a means to some end.  People are not commodities.  When human beings are just to one another government becomes obsolete and real freedom is born; SPIRITUAL ANARCHY.

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Deadsy--"She Likes Big Words"
« Reply #566 on: November 05, 2009, 12:49:03 AM »
Well she comes from the land
Of Valencian winds
Deciduous daydream
Dressage round the bend
See sometimes just maybe
The mistress of when
A triptych of new touch
From heaven to men

She likes nice cars
Invisible trends
She bites the heads off
Her mutual friends
We dine at the table
She sits at the end
She likes big words
And playing pretend

Come now dear boys
How, where to begin?
She's Ursula, major
Of the prison within
She's always in parties
She's struggling to win
Your sashes of New-Ro
From psychic to sin

Let down your void
Your need to defend
So pseudo-mindacious
She's cruel in bed
You'd think she was precious
Something like you said
Cause she's got the secret
In which fate depends

She likes nice cars
Impossible trends
She bites the heads off
Her beautiful friends
We dine at the table
She sits at the end
She likes big words
Although we'll never comprehend

She likes nice cars
Invisible trends
She bites the heads off
Her musical friends
We dine at the table
She sits at the end
She likes big words

She likes nice cars
Impossible trends
She bites the heads off
Her beautiful friends
She lights all the candles
They burn at both ends
She likes the ones
That you'll never understand

She likes big words
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Deadsy--"The Key To Gramercy Park"
« Reply #567 on: November 05, 2009, 12:55:34 AM »
I got the key, key to Gramercy Park

Every night
Looking for the fight
Thoughts on the left
The action's on the right
As you know, the id wasn't meant to be starved

Face white
Revenge of the Hittites
When you're inside
And you thought to take a walk in the park
Think someone is about to be carved

From the other side of the Underscene
To the boulevard of broken dreams
To find the key to Gramercy Park

I got the key, key to Gramercy Park
Where it's safe to be afraid of the dark
Maybe there we'll fuck by the heavenly stars
But I might, might miss breaking in through the bars

From the other side of the Underscene
To the boulevard of broken dreams
To find the key to Gramercy Park
In the other time of mother speed
Through evil eyes and make believe
To where we bare the supremacy mark

And never look at the other place
Stay with what's pristine that touches you
Where the peril accentuates
Something that could mean so much to you
Try save a seat in the golden cage
The media mass has still yet to say
To simply pass or rise from the grave

Now I've got the key to Gramercy Park
Out of my way and I'm safe, not afraid of the dark
Now I've got the key to Gramercy Park
But I might, might miss breaking in through the bars
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Re: The Lyrics thread
« Reply #568 on: November 05, 2009, 02:18:05 AM »
Lay down, lay down, lay it all down
Let your white birds smile up
At the ones who stand and frown
Lay down, lay down, lay it all down
Let your white birds smile up
At the ones who stand and frown.

We were so close, there was no room
We bled inside each other's wounds
We all had caught the same disease
And we all sang the songs of peace.

Lay down, lay down, lay it all down
Let your white birds smile up
At the ones who stand and frown
Lay down, lay down, lay it all down
Let your white birds smile up
At the ones who stand and frown.

So raise the candles high
'Cause if you don't we could stay black against the night
Oh raise them higher again
And if you do we could stay dry against the rain.

Lay down, lay down, lay it all down
Let your white birds smile up
At the ones who stand and frown
Lay down, lay down, lay it all down
Let your white birds smile up
At the ones who stand and frown.
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A nice ditty about LSD
« Reply #569 on: November 17, 2009, 02:42:19 PM »
Chicago--"25 or 6 to 4"  (notice the title is NOT "25 or 26 to 4".....it references LSD-25, and a duration from 6pm to 4am)


Waiting for the break of day
Searching for something to say
Flashing lights against the sky
Giving up I close my eyes
Sitting cross-legged on the floor
25 or 6 to 4

Staring blindly into space
Getting up to splash my face
Wanting just to stay awake
Wondering how much I can take
Should I try to do some more
25 or 6 to 4

Feeling like I ought to sleep
Spinning room is sinking deep
Searching for something to say
Waiting for the break of day
25 or 6 to 4
25 or 6 to 4
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