General Interest > Let It Bleed
The Lyrics thread
Anonymous:
Gimme the Ring, kissed and toll'd
Gimme something that I missed
A hand to hold, wild and what it seems
Kill the king, when love is the law,
And the we'll turn round...
Gimme dream child
And do you hear me call?
On the loan and on the level
...still on the floor
Sing dream child
And do you hear at all?
Hey now, hey now now, sing This Corrosion to me
Hey now, hey now now, sing This Corrosion to me
Hey now, hey now now, sing This Corrosion to me
Hey now, hey now now, sing...
Gimme siren, child and do you hear me?
Gimme siren, child, and do you hear me call?
Sing, child, of right and wrong
Gimme things that don't last long
Gimme siren, hild, and do you hear me call?
Hey now, hey now now, sing This Corrosion to me
Hey now, hey now now, sing This Corrosion to me
Hey now, hey now now, sing This Corrosion to me
Hey now, hey now now, sing...
On daze, like this
In times like these
I feel an animal deep inside
Heel to haunch on bended knees
Living on if and if I tried,
Somebody send me...please...
Dream wars and a ticket to seem
Giving out and in
Selling the don't belong
Well, what do you say
D'you have a word fro Giving Away?
Got a song for me?
Hey now, hey now now, sing This Corrosion to me
Hey now, hey now now, sing This Corrosion to me
Hey now, hey now now, sing This Corrosion to me
Hey now, hey now now, sing...
I got nothing to say I ain't said before
I bled all I can, i won't bleed no more
I don't need no one to understand
Why the blood run hold
The highered hand
On heart
hand of God
Floodland and Driven Apart
Run cold
Turn
Cold
Burn
Like a healing hand
Like a healing hand
Like a healing hand
Like a healing hand
Anonymous:
NCL's post on "Something You Listened To...." reminded me of thses guys. A girlfriend and I used to love to listen to these guys while we indulged in our mutual penchants for dangerous narcotics. Ahhh, good times.......
I alwways liked their lyrical content, I think they had a cool perspective and wit that kinda set them above most of the bands of their genre.
Sisters of Mercy--"Vision Thing"
Twenty-five whores in the room next door
Twenty-five floors and I need more
I?m looking for the can in the candy store
Two thousand hamburg four
And colours I ain?t seen before
It?s a small world and it smells funny
I?d buy another if it wasn?t for the money
Take back what I paid
For another motherfucker in a motorcade
In a long black car
With the prettiest shit
From panama
When the sirens wail
And the lights flash blue
My vision thing come
Slamming through
It?s a small world and it smells bad
I?d buy another if I had
Back
What I paid
For another motherfucker in a motorcade
Slamming through
Slamming through
What do wee need to make our world come alive?
What does it take to make us sing?
While we?re waiting for the next one to arrive?
One million points of light
One billion dollar vision thing
Another black hole in the killing zone
A little more mad in the methedrome
One blinding flash of sense
Just like the president?s
Well, I don?t mind
Out of my mind
Blizzard king
Bring it on home
It?s a small world and it smells bad
I?d buy another if I had
Back
What I paid
For another motherfucker in a motorcade
And a vision thing
And a vision thing
And a ...
Sha la la la
What do we need to make our world come alive?
What does it take to make us sing?
While we?re waiting for the next one to arrive?
One million points of light
One billion dollar vision thing
Sha la la la
Anonymous:
Here, where the lonely hooting owl
Sends forth his midnight moans,
Fierce wolves shall o'er my carcass growl,
Or buzzards pick my bones.
No fellow-man shall learn my fate,
Or where my ashes lie;
Unless by beasts drawn round their bait,
Or by the ravens' cry.
Yes! I've resolved the deed to do,
And this the place to do it:
This heart I'll rush a dagger through,
Though I in hell should rue it!
Hell! What is hell to one like me
Who pleasures never know;
By friends consigned to misery,
By hope deserted too?
To ease me of this power to think,
That through my bosom raves,
I'll headlong leap from hell's high brink,
And wallow in its waves.
Though devils yell, and burning chains
May waken long regret;
Their frightful screams, and piercing pains,
Will help me to forget.
Yes! I'm prepared, through endless night,
To take that fiery berth!
Think not with tales of hell to fright
Me, who am damn'd on earth!
Sweet steel! come forth from our your sheath,
And glist'ning, speak your powers;
Rip up the organs of my breath,
And draw my blood in showers!
I strike! It quivers in that heart
Which drives me to this end;
I draw and kiss the bloody dart,
My last?my only friend!
The Butcher:
Your pain makes me hungry! I'm hungry for pain! Your death is mine motherfucker! Don't even try to escape! Because you're mine! You are all mine! You're all in my thoughts! I will peel you like a potato! I will take out your brains and throw them to my dogs! Oh shit, you're gonna die! I'm gonna peel off your toenails like they were... cupcakes! Like they were... twinkies! You're dead, motherfucker! My life is nothing but to kill you! Revenge is mine! My words make you wanna scream like a dead dog dying from anger-- and pain-- of a dead dog! Uhhhhhh... We're gonna kick some ass tonite, motherfucker! Life! Life is mine! I take you with me! I take you, I crumble you up, I wad you into a little ball! Death picks it's teeth with your head! Life! Life is mine! Yup! Revenge is mine! My war jacks off when it sees your revenge! My war is not alone! It's the only war! Anytime you get your ass down here, kick my ass, no problem! My life is better! Don't fuck with me whatsoever! Yup! Revenge is mine! I take it and I leave it! But this one, motherfucker, is mine! And you're not gettin' it! You're the one that's gonna pay this time, buddy! No prob!
try another castle:
a victim of collision on the open sea
nobody ever said that life was free
sank, swam, go down with the ship
but use your freedom of choice
i'll say it again in the land of the free
use your freedom of choice
your freedom of choice
in ancient rome there was a poem
about a dog who found two bones
he picked at one
he licked the other
he went in circles
he dropped dead
freedom of choice
is what you got
freedom of choice!
then if you got it you don't want it
seems to be the rule of thumb
don't be tricked by what you see
you got two ways to go
i'll say it again in the land of the free
use your freedom of choice
freedom of choice
freedom of choice
is what you got
freedom of choice!
in ancient rome
there was a poem
about a dog
who found two bones
he picked at one
he licked the other
he went in circles
he dropped dead
freedom of choice
is what you got
freedom from choice
is what you want
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