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Offline psy

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Disturbed - Divide
« Reply #540 on: September 11, 2009, 05:07:07 AM »
I want to tear a big hole in what is to be,
To end all this infatuation with unity,
I'm seeking my salvation alone again,
I never needed to be one of you anyway
Don't wanna be another player losing in this game
I'm trying to impress upon you
We're not the same
My own individuality is so unique,
I'm one impressive motherf**ker
Now, wouldn't you say

(Break apart and)

Divide Divide Divide Divide
You might say that I'm the last man standing now,
Though you'll try, you'll never find a way to break me
You might say that I'm sick of being lost in the crowd,
I hear the sirens but they're never gonna take me

I am a little more provocative then you might be,
It's your shock and then your horror on which I feed
So can you tell me what exactly does freedom mean,
If I'm not free to be as twisted as I wanna be
Don't wanna be another player losing in this game
I'm trying to impress upon you
We're not the same
My psychotic mentality is so unique
I'm one aggressive motherf**ker
Now, wouldn't you say

(Break apart and)

Divide Divide Divide Divide
You might say that I'm the last man standing now,
Though you'll try, you'll never find a way to break me
You might say that I'm sick of being lost in the crowd,
I hear the sirens but they're never gonna take me

(They won't take me)
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DEVO- I'm A Potato
« Reply #541 on: September 12, 2009, 11:37:16 AM »
Supermarket flashbacks
Show arms and legs in plastic sacks
Fat men twelve bananas high
Die while all the women cry
Love-love gets sucked away
On big fat lips while people pray
Boy plus girl make mess out of sex
No babies come
What happens next
De-evolution self-execution no-solution
I'm a potato and I'm so hip

Teenage hoodlums stand in line
Donate blood to pay for crime
Butchers steal doctor's tools
Sew pretty heads on dogs and mules
Hi-fi systems men in pairs
Tape bodies falling down the stairs
Father-son teams split the cost
of nighttime girls but all is lost
To de-evolution self-execution
No-solution
I'm a spudman, I got eyes all around

Martian feet turn dirt and stone
For buried treasure human bone
Madison men tattoo ads on
Ten year olds with sucker pads
Rockets rust attack decay things
Fall apart while spacemen play
Now daddy zero drops his brown
Godowngodowngodown
To de-evolution self-execution
No-solution
I'm a spudgun, I'd like to shoot'em all!!
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Roy Harper--"Hors d'Oeurves"
« Reply #542 on: September 23, 2009, 10:58:17 AM »
The judge sits on his great assize
Twelve men wise with swollen thighs
Who never ever told no lies
Whose minds were ever such a size
Whose lives were ever such a prize
Whose brains bred answers just like flies
Whose answers stalked their thoughts like spies
Whose lead ball through the courtroom flies
To rip a hole clean between two eyes
That never ever wore disguise
And never ever saw blue skies
Who quickly lived now slowly dies
Who closed unopened otherwise
Well you can lead a horse to water
But you're never gonna make him drink
And you can lead a man to slaughter
But you're never gonna make him think
The critic rubs his tired arse
Scrapes his poor brain, strains and farts
And wields a pen that stops and starts
And thinks in terms of booze and tarts
And sits there playing with his parts
He says I'm much too crude and far too course
And he says this singer's just a farce
He's got no healing formulas
He's got no cure-all for our scars
He's got no bra-strap for our bras
And our sagging tits no longer hold a full house of hearts
And you know what, I don't think this little song's gonna make the charts
Well you can lead a horse to water
But you're never gonna make him drink
And you can lead a man to slaughter
But you're never gonna make him think
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Roy Harper--"The Same Old Rock"
« Reply #543 on: September 23, 2009, 11:00:55 AM »
All along the ancient wastes the thin reflections spin
That gather all the times and tides at once we love within
That build the edges round the shrouds that cloud the setting sun
And carry us to other days and other days to one
And full the single stillness of the mirror that is made
By each and every one of all the colours in a shade
Inside each eye is sitting like the sword inside the blade
And longs for once upon a chance to open love's cascade
For here we stand – hand to hand
Fighting for the Promised Land

And you try to tell me with consternation
That you have found me a brand new lock
Then you try to warn me that there's only one combination
One new sling – the same old rock

There is a famous straggler stood on the edge of time
Who held the staff but did not feel the pain
He multiplied the mystery with utterance sublime
And crossed his heart for those who died insane

His friend a restless mouthpiece 7000 years of age
Trends to flash a face to shape his ways
Everlasting light is burning bright inside his cage
He's only got to breathe to fan the blaze

Such a groove to have him here on-board Her Ladyship
The man who makes his living out of bed
Such a gas to see him flying through his ceaseless slip
One day, someday soon, he'll lose his head
And withering in the galleries with eyes fixed on the door
Are who and you and me and thanks a lot
And those who see but cannot stand to walk on any floor
For fear that good is something bad is not

But loud and clear is the call
In black and white across your wall
Damn it all, man, can't you see

And you try to tell me with consternation
That you have found me a brand new lock
Then you try to warn me that there's only one combination
One new sling – the same old rock
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Re: elephant talk - King Crimson
« Reply #544 on: September 23, 2009, 11:28:00 AM »
Quote from: "try another castle"
Talk talk talk
it's only talk
Comments
cliches
commentary
controversy
Chatter
chit-chat
chit-chat
chit-chat

Conversation
contradiction
criticism
It's only talk
Cheap talk


WTF ? NO thela hun jinjeet,no frame by frame, no heartbeat.........jeez :wall:
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It\'d be sad if it wernt so funny,It\'d be funny if it wernt so sad

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BOC--"Astronomy"
« Reply #545 on: October 10, 2009, 05:28:58 PM »
Clock strikes twelve and moondrops burst
Out at you from their hiding place
Like acid and oil on a madmans face
His reason tends to fly away
Like lesser birds on the four winds
Like silver scrapes in may
And now the sands become a crust
Most of you have gone away

Come Susie dear, lets take a walk
Just out there upon the beach
I know youll soon be married
And youll want to know where winds come from
Well its never said at all
On the map that Carrie reads
Behind the clock back there you know
At the four winds bar

Hey! hey! hey! hey!

Four winds at the four winds bar
Two doors locked and windows barred
One door to let to take you in
The other one just mirrors it

Hey! hey! hey! hey!

Hellish glare and inference
The other ones a duplicate
The queenly flux, eternal light
Or the light that never warms
Yes the light that never, never warms
Or the light that never
Never warms
Never warms
Never warms

The clock strikes twelve and moondrops burst
Out at you from their hiding place
Miss Carrie nurse and Susie dear
Would find themselves at four winds bar

Its the nexus of the crisis
And the origin of storms
Just the place to hopelessly
Encounter time and then came me

Hey! hey! hey! hey!

Call me Desdinova
Eternal light
These gravely digs of mine
Will surely prove a sight
And dont forget my dog
Fixed and consequent

Astronomy...a star
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Richard Thompson: Can't Win
« Reply #546 on: October 13, 2009, 05:30:29 PM »
I started to cry, they put gin in my cup
I started to crawl, and they swaddled me up
I got up and run, they said "Easy, son,
Play up, play the game"

They told me to think and forget what I'd heard
They told me to lie and they questioned my word
They told me to fail, better sink than sail,
Just play the game

Oh, towers will tumble and locusts will visit the land
Oh, a curse on your house and your children and the fruit of your hand

They said "You can't win. You can't win.
You sweat blood. You give in.
You can't win. You can't win.
Turn the cheek. Take it on the chin.
Don't you dare do this. Don't you dare do that"
We shoot down dreams, we stiletto in the back
Oh the nerve of some people, the nerve of some people,
The nerve of some
I don't know who you think you are, who you think you are

Oh what kind of mother would hamstring her sons?
Throw sand in their eyes and put ice on their tongues
Ah better to leave than stay here and grieve
And play the game

Don't waken the dead as you sleepwalk around
If you have a dream, brother, hush, not a sound
Just stand there and rust, die if you must
But play the game

Oh, if we can't have it, why should a wretch like you?
Oh, it was drilled in our heads, now we drill it into your head too.

They said "You can't win. You can't win.
You sweat blood. You give in.
You can't win. You can't win.
Turn the cheek. Take it on the chin.
Don't you dare do this. Don't you dare do that"
We shoot down dreams, we stiletto in the back
Oh, the nerve of some people, the nerve of some people,
The nerve of some people
I don't know who you think you are
The nerve of some people, the nerve of some people
The nerve of some people, the nerve of some people
The nerve of some people, the nerve of some people
The nerve of some people, the nerve of some people
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Patti Smith "Rock And Roll Nigger"
« Reply #547 on: October 13, 2009, 05:37:03 PM »
Baby was a black sheep. Baby was a whore.
Baby got big and baby get bigger.
Baby get something. Baby get more.
Baby, baby, baby was a rock-and-roll nigger.
Oh, look around you, all around you,
riding on a copper wave.
Do you like the world around you?
Are you ready to behave?

Outside of society, they're waitin' for me.
Outside of society, that's where I want to be.

(Lenny!)

Baby was a black sheep. Baby was a whore.
You know she got big. Well, she's gonna get bigger.
Baby got a hand; got a finger on the trigger.
Baby, baby, baby is a rock-and-roll nigger.

Outside of society, that's where I want to be.
Outside of society, they're waitin' for me.

(those who have suffered, understand suffering,
and thereby extend their hand
the storm that brings harm
also makes fertile
blessed is the grass
and herb and the true thorn and light)

I was lost in a valley of pleasure.
I was lost in the infinite sea.
I was lost, and measure for measure,
love spewed from the heart of me.
I was lost, and the cost,
and the cost didn't matter to me.
I was lost, and the cost
was to be outside society.

Jimi Hendrix was a nigger.
Jesus Christ and Grandma, too.
Jackson Pollock was a nigger.
Nigger, nigger, nigger, nigger,
nigger, nigger, nigger.

Outside of society, they're waitin' for me.
Outside of society, if you're looking,
that's where you'll find me.
Outside of society, they're waitin' for me.
Outside of society.
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Missing Persons--"Mental Hopscotch"
« Reply #548 on: October 13, 2009, 06:17:46 PM »
Sometimes you say you will sometimes you say you won't
you always keep me waiting waiting hesitating hey yeah
At times I think you do at times I think you don't
my mind is rollerskating, skipping, jumping rope, and fading

Mental Hopscotch
why must you treat me this way
Mental Hopscotch
ready or not I'm going away

Why can't you be like this why can't you be like that
I don't know where I am, or what or where I'm at
So now you got me up and now you got me down
You won't be walking you'll be talking
watch me now it's crazy

Mental Hopscotch
why must you treat me this way
Mental Hopscotch
ready or not I'm going away
Mental Hopscotch
cover your eyes and count to 10
Mental Hopscotch
don't do em up till I say when

So now you get me up and now you get me down
You won't be walking you'll be doin what you love baby
You don't think twice about what I might say
I follow you around and play an play an play an play

Mental Hopscotch
why must you treat me this way
Mental Hopscotch
ready or not I'm going away
Mental Hopscotch
cover your eyes and count to 10
Mental Hopscotch
don't do em up till I say when

Mental Hopsctch
Do me dump me rill me rock me
Mental Hopscotch
rollarskating skipping fading
Mental Hopscotch
Mental Hopscotch
Mental Hopscotch
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Re: The Lyrics thread
« Reply #549 on: October 13, 2009, 07:48:31 PM »
I know the video defeats the purpose of the lyrics thread but i love this song

and the band, brings back memories.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u1osvnwnW5I
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Masters of Reality--"John Brown"
« Reply #550 on: October 13, 2009, 10:10:58 PM »
see it on youtube (w/ Ginger Baker on drums!):

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4vWfxnjLXvc

John Brown
Bring him down
Pull his body
To the ground
Left him up
For long enough
Let me be
The baby gruff
John Brown
Bring him down
Pull his body
To the ground

The goat he ran
The goat he hid
Let the billy
Walk the bridge


Holiday, holiday
I declare a holiday
Holiday, holiday
No matter what the doctors say
Holiday, holiday
We pull John down
At noon today
Tomorrorw day, nothing rings
Nothing rings and nothing brings
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Masters of Reality--"Domino"
« Reply #551 on: October 13, 2009, 10:13:51 PM »
Ginger Baker on this one, too......

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VL5IcnD9gqo&NR=1


Walking down the street
I can feel the tension
Everybody on me
Like I'm some kinda suspect
It's gotten me to thinkin'
Life's some kinda survival
Hell, that'll be the day
When love is my rival
Get me on a plane
To the Himalayas
I'll find a little ruby
To waste my time with and...

Paint me a picture
And make it the devil
We'll run down the hole if
The roof ain't level

Domino
Domino

Well, I'm shit outta luck today man
Now I'm callin' in my favors
Seems that I can't chew on whipped cream
Without me wakin' up some neighbor who'll...

Paint me a picture
And make it the devil
We'll run down the hole if
The roof ain't level
Domino's fallin'
Black spiders spinnin'
The white gloves flashin'
And I ain't winnin'

Domino
Domino
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Masters of Reality--"Kill The King"
« Reply #552 on: October 14, 2009, 09:18:29 PM »
I was askin
For two dollars
Two shots
To kill the king

"if you really love me
And youre thinking of me
Youd do just about anything"


It happened on a sunday
The liqour stores were closed
Thank heaven for the blue laws
We were swimmin in our sunday clothes


I was askin
For two dollars
To cook up somethin cheap
I was shakin like the rabbit
That was hangin from her teeth

"and in many degrees of heat
The fire looked at the meat
And said if I cook you
The least you can do
Is lay there and be sweet "


Call the fire in winter
When it snows it wont be cold
Call the wind in summer
If the salt should reign as gold

Eraticus
Kill the king
Magantas
Kill the king
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Pere Ubu--"Final Solution"
« Reply #553 on: October 17, 2009, 01:51:06 PM »
The girls won’t touch me cause I got a misdirection
An living at night isn’t’ helping my complexion
The signs all say it’s a social infection
And a little bit of fun’s never been an insurrection
My mom threw me out till I get some pants that fit
She just won’t approve of my strange kind of wit
I get so excited I always gotta lose it
Then they send me off and make me take the cure
But I don’t need a cure
D-don’t need a cure
D-don’t need a cure
I need a final solution
Buy me a ticket to a sonic reduction
Guitars gonna sound like a nuclear destruction
It’s seems I’m the victim of natural selection
Meet me on the other side--no direction!
Cause I don’t need a cure
D-don’t need a cure
D-don’t need a cure
I need a final solution
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Ever-delta
« Reply #554 on: October 18, 2009, 05:13:34 PM »
Early raining
Moving on along beside of me
Ever waiting
Farther down this river it must be

All my thoughts are broken
All the words are worn
Can it just be spoken?
Can it just be warm?

Stretch stretching
Far beyond this delta between we
Dive, diving
Deep beneath the surface suddenly

All my thoughts are broken
All the words are worn
Can it just be spoken?
Can it just be warm?

All my thoughts are broken
All my words are worn
Can it just spoken?
Can it just be warm?


– from Ever
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“A person needs a little madness, or else they never dare cut the rope and be free”  Nikos Kazantzakis