Author Topic: The Lyrics thread (Read 160479 times)

Froderik · « **Reply #360 on:** January 01, 2007, 07:50:12 PM »

If you feel like a riot, then don't you deny it
Put your good foot forward
No need for heroics I just want you to show it
Now's the time to shine
Your independence is a half ass deliverance
The train has left the station
The recognition of the same old condition
Your symptoms showing through

Well regardless of the truth
You still act so aloof
In the face of your judge & jury
You have the nerve to say not guilty

But can you sting me
Can you sting me
Right to my rotten bones

Well the bells ring out for the crimes of the century
By courtesy of your mother
The signs reads welcome to the valley of discovery
Look at what money can buy
Sons & daughters better open your eyes
Tell me what you're seeing
This submission is a tired tradition
It's everyone's sacrifice

Well believe you me
I've got nothing up my sleeve
Except a heart and a chip on my shoulder
Yes I'm young and don't like getting older

Yeah but can you sting me
Can you sting me
Right to my rotten bones

Come on my sweet little thing
What new things can you show me today
I got one question
I believe it's subjective
What is a wasp without her sting?

I don't want to sound bitter
Yeah you touch me just like murder
Living ain't so easy
When all I want from you is to sting me

Can you sting me

webdiva · « **Reply #361 on:** January 01, 2007, 08:07:19 PM »

Quote from: ""Froderik""

Can you sting me

Well I am a scorpio, what do you think! Kick ass song by the way. Love the black crowes!

webdiva · « **Reply #362 on:** January 01, 2007, 09:05:33 PM »

Yet another

Liberate by Disturbed

"Liberate"

Liberate your mind
You motherfucker, you're so narrow-minded
So narrow-minded
Liberate your mind
Now motherfucker, will you liberate your mind
This time

Bold motherfucker
Don't limit your mind
Can't you see that the pace
Has fallen behind
All the hate in your heart
Will be leaving you blind
So bold motherfucker
Don't you limit your mind
This time

Waiting, for your modern messiah
To take away all the hatred
That darkens the light in your eye
Still awaiting. I

"Out of Zion shall come forth a law
And the word of the Lord from Jerusalem
Nation shall not raise sword against nation
And they shall not learn war anymore
For the mouth of the Lord hath spoken"

Waiting, for your modern messiah
To take away all the hatred
That darkens the light in your eye
Still awaiting.

webdiva · « **Reply #363 on:** January 01, 2007, 09:09:25 PM »

Actually a very positive song at least for Disturbed.. One of my favorites...

"Land Of Confusion"

I must have dreamed a thousand dreams
Been haunted by a million screams
But I can hear the marching feet
They're moving into the street

Now, did you read the news today?
They say the danger has gone away
But I can see the fire's still alight
They're burning into the night

There's too many men, too many people
Making too many problems
And there's not much love to go around
Can't you see this is a land of confusion?

This is the world we live in
And these are the hands we're given
Use them and let's start trying
To make it a place worth living in

Oh, superman, where are you now?
When everything's gone wrong somehow?
The men of steel, these men of power
Are losing control by the hour

This is the time, this is the place
So we look for the future
But there's not much love to go around
Tell me why this is a land of confusion

This is the world we live in
And these are the hands we're given
Use them and let's start trying
To make it a place worth living in

I remember long ago
When the sun was shining
And all the stars were bright all through the night
In the wake of this madness, as I held you tight
So long ago

I won't be coming home tonight
My generation will put it right
We're not just making promises
That we know we'll never keep

There's too many men, too many people
Making too many problems
And there's not much love to go round
Can't you see this is a land of confusion?

Now, this is the world we live in
And these are the hands we're given
Use them and let's start trying
To make it a place worth fighting for

This is the world we live in
And these are the names we're given
Stand up and let's start showing
Just where our lives are going to

Anonymous · « **Reply #364 on:** January 01, 2007, 09:43:43 PM »

Good morning, good morning...
Nothing to do to save his life call his wife in
Nothing to say but what a day how's your boy been
Nothing to do it's up to you
I've got nothing to say but it's O.K.
Good morning, good morning...

Going to work don't want to go feeling low down
Heading for home you start to roam then you're in town
Everybody knows there's nothing doing
Everything is closed it's like a ruin
Everyone you see is half asleep.
And you're on your own you're in the street.

After a while you start to smile now you feel cool
Then you decide to take a walk by the old school.
Nothing had changed it's still the same
I've got nothing to say but it's O.K.
Good morning, good morning...

People running round it's five o'clock
Everywhere in town is getting dark
Everyone you see is full of life.
It's time for tea and meet the wife
Somebody needs to know the time, glad that I'm here.

Watching the skirts you start to flirt now you're in gear.
Go to show you hope she goes.
I've got nothing to say but it's O.K.
Good morning, good morning...

webdiva · « **Reply #365 on:** January 02, 2007, 01:22:35 AM »

Quote from: ""The Beatles""

Good morning, good morning...
Nothing to do to save his life call his wife in
Nothing to say but what a day how's your boy been
Nothing to do it's up to you
I've got nothing to say but it's O.K.
Good morning, good morning...

i like that.

i kinda missed the beatles era ... i blame the partridge family... and parents that didn't know good music if it shot them in the head. but im gettin into them now. i guess imma late bloomer, but hey i was like 10 or 5 or some shit.

i didn't know much about much when it came to good music and then i couldnt listen to anything good during straight. it wasnt til i got to dj a bunch of interesting places, one being a "classic rock" club in Allentown Maryland.That one was 2nd to the Oldies R&B night, so i got turned on to a lot of good classic rock that i missed out on over the years, but there is so much I still runnin across, shit I have either never heard or didn't realize it was a certain band etc. Good thing though, no complaints. I like discovering good music even if it has been out forever! lol

Anonymous · « **Reply #366 on:** January 06, 2007, 09:28:31 PM »

I'm looking through a hole in the sky
I'm seeing nowhere through the eyes of a lie
I'm getting closer to the end of the line
I'm living easy where the sun doesn't shine

I'm living in a room without any view
I'm living free because the rent's never due
The synonyms of all the things that I've said
Are just the riddles that are built in my head

Hole in the sky, take me to heaven
Window in time, through it I fly

I've seen the stars disappear in the sun
The shooting's easy if you've got the right gun
And even though I'm sitting waiting for Mars
I don't believe there's any future in cause

Hole in the sky, take me to heaven
Window in time, through it I fly
Yeah

I've watched the dogs of war enjoying their feast
I've seen the western world go down in the east
The food of love became the greed of our time
But now I'm living on the profits of pride

Anonymous · « **Reply #367 on:** January 08, 2007, 03:36:35 AM »

Godsmack? Disturbed? Those guys are part of the problem,,,,,,,I deeply appreciate the Sabbath lyrics, it ameliorated the nausea somewhat. I'm gonna try for the cure with some BOC. Yeah, their goofy and all, and don't get me wrong, rock and roll still sucks and all, and I hate it, but it ain't BOC's fault. They gave it a good shot.

With satan's hog no pig at all, and the weather getting dry
We'll head south from altamont in a cold blooded travelled trance
So clear the road my bully boys and let some thunder pass
We're pain, we're steel, a plot of knives,
We're transmaniacon MC

Behind the pantry, behind the tree, the ghouls adopt that child
Whose name resounds forever, whose name resounds on terror
And I'm no fool to call that hog, cause man I remember
Those who did resign their souls
To transmaniacon MC

And surely we did offer up behind that stage at dawn
Beers and barracuda, reds and monocaine
Pure nectar of antipathy behind that stage at dawn
To those who would resign their souls
To transmaniacon MC

Cry the cable, cry the word, unknown terror's here
And won't you try this tasty snack, behind the scenes or but the back
Which was the stage at altamont, my humble boys of listless power:
We're pain, we're steel, a plot of knives
We're transmaniacon MC

Froderik · « **Reply #368 on:** January 08, 2007, 10:13:37 AM »

Quote from: ""Guest""

I deeply appreciate the Sabbath lyrics

No problem; I've "just" been getting into Sabotage, a fantastic rock album.

Froderik · « **Reply #369 on:** January 21, 2007, 01:52:44 PM »

You gotta be crazy, you gotta have a real need.
You gotta sleep on your toes, and when you're on the street,
You gotta be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed.
And then moving in silently, down wind and out of sight,
You gotta strike when the moment is right without thinking.

And after a while, you can work on points for style.
Like the club tie, and the firm handshake,
A certain look in the eye and an easy smile.
You have to be trusted by the people that you lie to,
So that when they turn their backs on you,
You'll get the chance to put the knife in.

You gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder.
You know it's going to get harder, and harder, and harder as you get older.
And in the end you'll pack up and fly down south,
Hide your head in the sand,
Just another sad old man,
All alone and dying of cancer.

And when you loose control, you'll reap the harvest you have sown.
And as the fear grows, the bad blood slows and turns to stone.
And it's too late to lose the weight you used to need to throw around.
So have a good drown, as you go down, all alone,
Dragged down by the stone.

I gotta admit that I'm a little bit confused.
Sometimes it seems to me as if I'm just being used.
Gotta stay awake, gotta try and shake off this creeping malaise.
If I don't stand my own ground, how can I find my way out of this maze?

Deaf, dumb, and blind, you just keep on pretending
That everyone's expendable and no-one has a real friend.
And it seems to you the thing to do would be to isolate the winner
And everything's done under the sun,
And you believe at heart, everyone's a killer.

Who was born in a house full of pain.
Who was trained not to spit in the fan.
Who was told what to do by the man.
Who was broken by trained personnel.
Who was fitted with collar and chain.
Who was given a pat on the back.
Who was breaking away from the pack.
Who was only a stranger at home.
Who was ground down in the end.
Who was found dead on the phone.
Who was dragged down by the stone.

try another castle · « **Reply #370 on:** January 22, 2007, 01:09:01 AM »

Phone by the cash register
Quarter in your pocket
Miles away but you can't call home
No, you can't call home

Home is where you are
Home is where you are
Miles away, noone knows where
Miles away, don't call home
Anyway, don't call this way

Hey, don't call
You never can call
Don't even write

Noone can help you
You don't know what to do
Don't call home
Noone likes you
Wants your call

You couldn't care less
You don't know what is happening
You don't know why you're angry
You don't know why you left home
You can't call, you never can call

Hey, don't call, you never can call
Hey, don't call, you never can call
Hey, don't call, you never can call
Hey, don't call, you never can call

Don't even write

Froderik · « **Reply #371 on:** January 23, 2007, 05:19:16 PM »

Oh the time will come up
When the winds will stop
And the breeze will cease to be breathin'.
Like the stillness in the wind
'Fore the hurricane begins,
The hour when the ship comes in.

Oh the seas will split
And the ship will hit
And the sands on the shoreline will be shaking.
Then the tide will sound
And the wind will pound
And the morning will be breaking.

Oh the fishes will laugh
As they swim out of the path
And the seagulls they'll be smiling.
And the rocks on the sand
Will proudly stand,
The hour that the ship comes in.

And the words that are used
For to get the ship confused
Will not be understood as they're spoken.
For the chains of the sea
Will have busted in the night
And will be buried at the bottom of the ocean.

A song will lift
As the mainsail shifts
And the boat drifts on to the shoreline.
And the sun will respect
Every face on the deck,
The hour that the ship comes in.

Then the sands will roll
Out a carpet of gold
For your weary toes to be a-touchin'.
And the ship's wise men
Will remind you once again
That the whole wide world is watchin'.

Oh the foes will rise
With the sleep still in their eyes
And they'll jerk from their beds and think they're dreamin'.
But they'll pinch themselves and squeal
And know that it's for real,
The hour when the ship comes in.

Then they'll raise their hands,
Sayin' we'll meet all your demands,
But we'll shout from the bow your days are numbered.
And like Pharaoh's tribe,
They'll be drownded in the tide,
And like Goliath, they'll be conquered.

Anonymous · « **Reply #372 on:** January 29, 2007, 01:11:21 PM »

I roar like a dinosaur

Roll like a cheshire Gator

Just outta prisin on 6 dollars Bai-ai-ail-ailllll......

Fuck $tr8!!!

Anonymous · « **Reply #373 on:** January 29, 2007, 01:20:09 PM »

Those are my lyrics and maybe you shouldn't take 'em to heart.

They are very personal.

That is the way I express myself

That is my freedom and you can't touch it.

and Fuck $tr8 too!!!

Megalomania · « **Reply #374 on:** February 08, 2007, 12:05:40 PM »

I hide myself inside the shadows of shame
The silent symphonies were playing their game
My body echoed to the dreams of my soul
It started something that I could not control

Where can I run to now, the joke is on me
No sympathizing God, its insanity yeah

Why don't you just get out of my life, yeah
Why don't you just get out of my life, now
Why doesn't everybody leave me alone, now
Why doesn't everybody leave me alone, yeah

Obsessed with fantasy, possessed with my schemes
I mixed reality with pseudo god dreams
The ghost of violence was something I'd seen
I sold my soul to be the human obscene

How could this poison be the dream of my soul
How did my fantasies take complete control, yeah

Why don't you just get out of my life, yeah?
Why don't you just get out of my life now?
Why doesn't everybody leave me alone now?
Why doesn't everybody leave me alone, yeah?

Well I feel something's taking me I don't know where
It's like a trip inside a separate mind
The ghost of tomorrow from my favorite dream
Is telling me to leave it all behind
Feel it slipping away, slipping in tomorrow
Got to get to happiness
Want no more of sorrow

Realized when to hide
How I tried to get away from you now
Now am I right if I fight
That I might just get away from you now
Sting me!

Well I feel something's giving me the chance to return
It's giving me the chance of saving my soul
Pictures of demigod are fading away
I'm going backwards but I'm in control
Feel it slipping away, slipping in tomorrow
Getting back to sanity, providence of sorrow

Was it wise to disguise
How I tried to get away from you now
Is there a way that I could pay
Or is it true I have to stay with you now

How I lied, went to hide
How I tried to get away from you now
Am I right in my fight?
That I might just get away from you now
Suck me!

I'm really digging schizophrenia, the best of the earth
I've chased my soul in the fires of hell
Peace of mind eluded me but now it's all mine
I simply try but he wants me to fail
Feel it slipping away, slipping in tomorrow
Now I've found my happiness, providence of sorrow

No more lies, I got wise
I despise the way I worshipped you yeah
Now I'm free let me see
That now instead, I won't be led by you now
Free!

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