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« Reply #555 on: February 06, 2010, 01:47:00 PM »
Someone's got it in for me, they're planting stories in the press
Whoever it is I wish they'd cut it out but when they will I can only guess.
They say I shot a man named Gray and took his wife to Italy,
She inherited a million bucks and when she died it came to me.
I can't help it if I'm lucky.

People see me all the time and they just can't remember how to act
Their minds are filled with big ideas, images and distorted facts.
Even you, yesterday you had to ask me where it was at,
I couldn't believe after all these years, you didn't know me better than that
Sweet lady.

Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your mouth,
Blowing down the backroads headin' south.
Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth,
You're an idiot, babe.
It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe.

I ran into the fortune-teller, who said beware of lightning that might strike
I haven't known peace and quiet for so long I can't remember what it's like.
There's a lone soldier on the cross, smoke pourin' out of a boxcar door,
You didn't know it, you didn't think it could be done, in the final end he won the wars
After losin' every battle.

I woke up on the roadside, daydreamin' 'bout the way things sometimes are
Visions of your chestnut mare shoot through my head and are makin' me see stars.
You hurt the ones that I love best and cover up the truth with lies.
One day you'll be in the ditch, flies buzzin' around your eyes,
Blood on your saddle.

Idiot wind, blowing through the flowers on your tomb,
Blowing through the curtains in your room.
Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth,
You're an idiot, babe.
It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe.

It was gravity which pulled us down and destiny which broke us apart
You tamed the lion in my cage but it just wasn't enough to change my heart.
Now everything's a little upside down, as a matter of fact the wheels have stopped,
What's good is bad, what's bad is good, you'll find out when you reach the top
You're on the bottom.

I noticed at the ceremony, your corrupt ways had finally made you blind
I can't remember your face anymore, your mouth has changed, your eyes
don't look into mine.
The priest wore black on the seventh day and sat stone-faced while the building
burned.
I waited for you on the running boards, near the cypress trees, while the springtime
turned Slowly into autumn.

Idiot wind, blowing like a circle around my skull,
From the Grand Coulee Dam to the Capitol.
Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth,
You're an idiot, babe.
It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe.

I can't feel you anymore, I can't even touch the books you've read
Every time I crawl past your door, I been wishin' I was somebody else instead.
Down the highway, down the tracks, down the road to ecstasy,
I followed you beneath the stars, hounded by your memory
And all your ragin' glory.

I been double-crossed now for the very last time and now I'm finally free,
I kissed goodbye the howling beast on the borderline which separated you from me.
You'll never know the hurt I suffered nor the pain I rise above,
And I'll never know the same about you, your holiness or your kind of love,
And it makes me feel so sorry.

Idiot wind, blowing through the buttons of our coats,
Blowing through the letters that we wrote.
Idiot wind, blowing through the dust upon our shelves,
We're idiots, babe.
It's a wonder we can even feed ourselves.

BOB DYLAN: KING OF ROMANCE
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ShadowBrain

  • Ridiculously relevant
« Reply #556 on: February 06, 2010, 05:35:27 PM »
Who gives a **** about an Oxford comma?
I've seen those English dramas too
They're cruel
So if there's any other way
To spell the word
It's fine with me, with me

Why would you speak to me that way?
Especially when I always said that I
Haven't got the words for you
All your diction dripping with disdain
Through the pain
I always tell the truth

Who gives a **** about an Oxford comma?
I climbed to Dharamsala too
I did
I met the highest lama
His accent sounded fine
To me, to me

Check your handbook
It's no trick
Take the chapstick
Put it on your lips
Crack a smile
Adjust my tie
Know your boyfriend, unlike other guys

Why would you lie about how much coal you have?
Why would you lie about something dumb like that?
Why would you lie about anything at all?
First the window, then it's to the wall
Lil' Jon, he always tells the truth

Check your passport
It's no trick
Take the chapstick
Put it on your lips
Crack a smile
Adjust my tie
Know your butler, unlike other guys
Why would you lie about how much coal you have?
Why would you lie about something dumb like that?
Why would you lie about anything at all?
First the window, then it's through the wall
Why would you tape my conversations?
Show your paintings
At the United Nations
Lil' Jon, he always tells the truth.


I borrowed Vampire Weekend from a friend. There's a couple pretty good songs on it, I guess.
"Mario is your oyster." ~The Chef

coolkid

  • Totally Not Banned
« Reply #557 on: February 08, 2010, 06:18:51 PM »
Hey!
I’m your life
I’m the one who takes you there
Hey!
I’m your life
I’m the one who cares
They!
They betray
I’m your only true friend now
They!
They’ll betray
I’m forever there

I’m your dream, make you real
I’m your eyes when you must steal
I’m your pain when you can’t feel
Sad But True!

I’m your dream mind astray
I’m your eyes while you’re away
I’m your pain while you repay
You know it’s Sad But True!
Sad But TRUUUUUUUUUE!

You
You’re my mask
You’re my cover, my shelter
You
You’re my mask
You’re the one who’s blamed
Do
Do my work
Do my dirty work, scapegoat
Do
Do my deeds
For you’re the one who’s shamed

I’m your dream, make you real
I’m your eyes when you must steal
I’m your pain when you can’t feel
Sad But True!

I’m your dream, mind astray
I’m your eyes while you’re away
I’m your pain while you repay
You know it’s Sad But True!
SAD BUT TRUUUUUUUUE!

I'm your dream,
I'm your eyes,
I'm your pain

I'm your dream
I'm your eyes
I'm your pain

You know it's sad but true


Hate
I’m your hate
I’m your hate when you want love
Pay
Pay the price
Pay for nothing’s fair

Hey
I’m your life
I’m the one who took you there
Hey
I’m your life
And I no longer care

I’m your dream, make you real
I’m your eyes when you must steal
I’m your pain when you can’t feel
Sad But True!

I’m your truth, telling lies
I’m your reasoned alibis
I’m inside open your eyes
I’m YOOOOOOOOOOU!

SAD BUT TRUUUUUUUUUUE!
Kick! Punch! It's all in the mind!

BriGuy92

  • Luck of the Irish
« Reply #558 on: February 08, 2010, 07:41:18 PM »
Emergency has passed...

I watch you in the candlelight
My head is in your hands
The neon lights have all gone down
We make our future plans

I wanted things to get better
I was in pain
I wanted you to be in my lifeline

I wanted love to get better
I'd wait in line
For something I knew that I would get to keep

Your "I love you"
Your "I love you"
Your "I love you"
And I can feel it bleeding

Your "I love you"
Your "I love you"
Today is the day
That I love you

Your "I love you"
Your "I love you"
Your "I love you"
And I can feel it bleeding

Your "I love you"
Your "I love you"
Today is the day
That I love you

The flashing lights have gone away
Emergency has passed
The future's right in front of me
And I won't finish last

Today is the day
That I love you
Today is the day
That I love you

Your "I love you"
Your "I love you"
Your "I love you"
And I can feel it bleeding

Your "I love you"
Your "I love you"
Today is the day
That I love you

Your "I love you"
Your "I love you"
Your "I love you"
And I can feel it bleeding

Your "I love you"
Your "I love you"
Today is the day
That I love you

Your I love you

Emergency has passed...
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« Reply #559 on: February 08, 2010, 08:47:57 PM »
Woman is the ****** of the world
Yes she is...think about it
Woman is the ****** of the world
Think about it...do something about it

We make her paint her face and dance
If she won't be a slave, we say that she don't love us
If she's real, we say she's trying to be a man
While putting her down, we pretend that she's above us

Woman is the ****** of the world...yes she is
If you don't believe me, take a look at the one you're with
Woman is the slave of the slaves
Ah, yeah...better scream about it

We make her bear and raise our children
And then we leave her flat for being a fat old mother hen
We tell her home is the only place she should be
Then we complain that she's too unworldly to be our friend

Woman is the ****** of the world...yes she is
If you don't believe me, take a look at the one you're with
Woman is the slave to the slaves
Yeah...alright...hit it!

We insult her every day on TV
And wonder why she has no guts or confidence
When she's young we kill her will to be free
While telling her not to be so smart we put her down for being so dumb

Woman is the ****** of the world
Yes she is...if you don't believe me, take a look at the one you're with
Woman is the slave to the slaves
Yes she is...if you believe me, you better scream about it

We make her paint her face and dance
We make her paint her face and dance
We make her paint her face and dance
We make her paint her face and dance
We make her paint her face and dance
We make her paint her face and dance


Lol.
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ShadowBrain

  • Ridiculously relevant
« Reply #560 on: February 08, 2010, 11:35:14 PM »
Well, it certainly gets the point across.

I wake up
My shoulder's cold
I've got to leave here
Before I go
I pull my shirt on
Walk out the door
Drag my feet along the floor
I pull my shirt on
Walk out the door
Drag my feet along the floor

Then I see you
You're walking cross the campus
Cruel professor
Studying romances
How am I supposed to pretend
I never want to see you again?
How am I supposed to pretend
I never want to see you again?

Walk to class
In front of ya
Spilled kefir
On your keffiyah
You look inside
And turn to the door
Drag your feet along the floor

Then I see you
You're walking cross the campus
Cruel professor
Studying romances
How am I supposed to pretend
I never want to see you again?
How am I supposed to pretend
I never want to see you again?

In the afternoon
You're out on the stone and grass
And I'm sleeping on the balcony
After class


Expect a steady stream of VW lyrics from now on.
"Mario is your oyster." ~The Chef

« Reply #561 on: February 09, 2010, 05:43:35 PM »
Vampire Weekend's lead singer sounds uncannily similar to Ray Davies of the Kinks.

Dirty old river, must you keep rolling
Flowing into the night
People so busy, makes me feel dizzy
Taxi light shines so bright
But I dont need no friends
As long as I gaze on waterloo sunset
I am in paradise

Every day I look at the world from my window
But chilly, chilly is the evening time
Waterloo sunset's fine

Terry meets julie, waterloo station
Every friday night
But I am so lazy, dont want to wander
I stay at home at night
But I dont feel afraid
As long as I gaze on waterloo sunset
I am in paradise

Every day I look at the world from my window
But chilly, chilly is the evening time
Waterloo sunset's fine

Millions of people swarming like flies round waterloo underground
But terry and julie cross over the river
Where they feel safe and sound
And the dont need no friends
As long as they gaze on waterloo sunset
They are in paradise

Waterloo sunset's fine
Waterloo sunset's fine
Waterloo sunset's fine...
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ShadowBrain

  • Ridiculously relevant
« Reply #562 on: February 09, 2010, 10:52:53 PM »
Sister Psychic, won't you tell me, does it ever get better?
Can you really see the future or just predict the weather?
Are we in our finest hour or headed for disaster?
Use your super powers and rescue me

We were there at the start we've got Polaroids to prove it
Skateboards and scars and embarrassing home movies
But if you really wanna see where it's all goin'
Switch on your TV she's all tellin', all knowin'
She knows everything

Sister Psychic, won't you tell me, does it ever get better?
Can you really see the future or just predict the weather?
Are we in our finest hour or headed for disaster?
Use your super powers and rescue me

Can you help us find the ones on the missing posters?
Is my baby being true, am I doin' what I'm supposed to?
Could you help me find my keys, or better yet, life's meaning?
Are those tarot or dialogue cards that you're reading?
C'mon
Tell me everything

Sister Psychic, won't you tell me, does it ever get better?
Can you really see the future or just predict the weather?
Are we in our finest hour or headed for disaster?
Use your super powers and rescue me

Sister, why would I tell you my deepest, dark secrets
So you can take my diary and rip it all to pieces?
Just $6.95 for the very first minute
I think you've won the lottery, that's my prediction
You know everything

Sister Psychic, won't you tell me, does it ever get better?
Can you really see the future or just predict the weather?
Are we in our finest hour or headed for disaster?
Use your super powers and rescue me
Sister Psychic, won't you tell me, does it ever get better?
Can you really see the future or just predict the weather?
Are we in our finest hour or headed for disaster?
Use your super powers and rescue me.


This is a fairly annoying song with no real significance, but it's stuck in my head.
"Mario is your oyster." ~The Chef

« Reply #563 on: February 15, 2010, 08:38:02 PM »
Oh, the rich people want what the poor people's got
And the poor people want what the rich people's got
And the skinny people want what the fat people's got
And the fat people want what the skinny people's got

You can never please anybody in this world

The short people want what the tall people's got
And the tall people want what the short people's got
The little kids want what the big kid's got
And the big kids want what the little kid's got

You can never please anybody in this world

Oh, the girls with short hair want long hair
And the girls with long hair want short hair
Oh, the boys with cars want motorcycles
And the boys with motorcycles want cars

You can never please anybody in this world

It doesn't matter what you do
It doesn't matter what you say
There will always be
One who wants things the opposite way

It doesn't matter where you go
It doesn't matter who you see
There will always be
Someone who disagrees

We do our best
We try to please
But we're like the rest
Whenever at ease

Oh, the rich people want what the poor people's got
And the poor people want what the rich people's got
And the skinny people want what the fat people's got
And the fat people want what the skinny people's got

You can never please anybody in this world...

THE SHAGGS: TRUE ARTISTRY. YOUTUBE 'EM
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ShadowBrain

  • Ridiculously relevant
« Reply #564 on: February 15, 2010, 11:11:32 PM »
Oh yeah? What's their style? Seems like soul funk to me.

Oh, my love
Please don't cry
I'll wash my bloody hands and we'll start a new life

I ripped out his throat
And called you on the telephone to take off my disguise
Just in time to hear you cry

When you mourn the death of your bloody valentine
The night he died
You mourned the death of your bloody valentine
One last time

Singing...

Oh, my love
Please don't cry
I'll wash my bloody hands and we'll start a new life
I don't know much at all, I don't know wrong from right
All I know is that I love you tonight

There was...
Police and flashing lights
The rain came down so hard that night and the
Headlines read "A Lover Died"
No tell-tale heart was left to find

When you mourn the death of your bloody valentine
The night he died
You mourned the death of your bloody valentine
One last time

Singing...

Oh, my love, please don't cry
I'll wash my bloody hands and we'll start a new life
I don't know much at all, I don't know wrong from right
All I know is that I love you tonight

Tonight...

He dropped you off, I followed him home
Then I stood outside his bedroom window
Standing over him, he begged me not to do
What I knew I had to do
'Cause I'm so in love with you

Oh, my love, please don't cry
I'll wash my bloody hands and we'll start a new life
I don't know much at all, I don't know wrong from right
All I know is that I love you tonight

Tonight...


I'm trying to think of another song that's as simultaneously catchy and disturbing as this one.
"Mario is your oyster." ~The Chef

« Reply #565 on: February 16, 2010, 01:03:23 AM »
From Protest to Praise by Downhere.

I knew the times would come and now the times have landed
With stinging abrasion As ready as I seem to be
It's never like I planned it, yeah

PRE CHORUS

I'm wrestling my thoughts I'm overcome
Would you give me up I'm asking Lord
There's no where I sense Your presence here
So I will cry out, until I go

CHORUS

From Protest to praise
You're always amazing me
You're changing me slow, but surely
And You're gonna see me to the end

How long will I be forgotten by You forever
You're not making sense here
Seems like eternity has made a home between us, yeah

PRE CHORUS/CHORUS (2X)

You're changing me slow
I just can't help but see it that way
Cuz You're gonna see me to the end
"Follow me down to the valley below You know
Moonlight is bleeding from out of your soul Come to us, Lazarus It's time for you to go"

ShadowBrain

  • Ridiculously relevant
« Reply #566 on: February 16, 2010, 08:47:20 AM »
I was a lover, before this war
Held up in a luxury suite, behind a barricaded door
Now that I've cleaned up, gone legit
I can see clearly: round hole
Round hole, square peg don't fit

I'm locked in my bedroom, so send back the clowns
My clone wears a brown shirt, and I seduce him when there's no one around
Mano y mano, on a bed of nails
Bring it on like a storm, 'till I knock the wind out of his sails
And we don't make eye contact, when we have run-ins in town
Just a barely polite nod, and nervous stares towards the ground
I once joined a priest class, plastic, inert
In a slowdance with commerce
Like a lens up a skirt

And we liked to party
And we kept it live
And we had a three volume tome of contemporary slang
To keep a handle on all this jive

Ennui unbridled, let's talk to kill the time
How many styles did you cycle through before you were mine?
And it's been a while since we went wild and that's all fine
But we're sleepwalking through this trial
And it's really a crime, it's really a crime, it's really a crime
It's really criminal

We're just busy tempting, like fate's on the nod
Running on empty, bourbon and god
It's been a while since we knew the way
And it's been even longer since our plastic priest class
Had a god[darn]ed thing to say

I was a lover before this war


This is another one of those songs I had to listen to a few times before I liked it. It's still really weird, though.
"Mario is your oyster." ~The Chef

« Reply #567 on: February 16, 2010, 05:38:34 PM »
Oh yeah? What's their style? Seems like soul funk to me.

Did you listen to them, or was that just an observation on the lyrics I posted? Either way, prepare to be blown away:I present to thee, My Pal Foot Foot!
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ShadowBrain

  • Ridiculously relevant
« Reply #568 on: February 16, 2010, 07:13:36 PM »
Yeah, it was just an observation based on the lyrics/band name.

How many special people change?
How many lives are living strange?
Where were you while we were getting high?
Slowly walking down the hall
Faster than a cannonball
Where were you while we were getting high?

Someday you will find me
Caught beneath the landslide
In a champagne supernova in the sky
Some day you will find me
Caught beneath the landslide
In a champagne supernova
A champagne supernova in the sky

Wake up the dawn and ask her why
A dreamer dreams, she never dies
Wipe that tear away now from your eye
Slowly walking down the hall
Faster than a cannonball
Where were you while we were getting high?

Some day you will find me
Caught beneath the landslide
In a champagne supernova in the sky
Some day you will find me
Caught beneath the landslide
In a champagne supernova
A champagne supernova

'Cause people believe that they're
Gonna get away for the summer
But you and I, we live and die
The world's still spinning round
We don't know why
Why, why, why, why

How many special people change?
How many lives are living strange?
Where were you while we were getting high?
Slowly walking down the hall
Faster than a cannonball
Where were you while we were getting high?

Someday you will find me
Caught beneath the landslide
In a champagne supernova in the sky
Some day you will find me
Caught beneath the landslide
In a champagne supernova
A champagne supernova

'Cause people believe that they're
Gonna get away for the summer
But you and I, we live and die
The world's still spinning round
We don't know why
Why, why, why, why

How many special people change?
How many lives are living strange?
Where were you while we were getting high?
We were getting high
We were getting high
We were getting high
We were getting high
We were getting high
We were getting high
We were getting high
We were getting high
We were getting high
We were getting high


Another day, another song stuck in my head.
"Mario is your oyster." ~The Chef

BriGuy92

  • Luck of the Irish
« Reply #569 on: February 16, 2010, 11:00:48 PM »
In 1844, the Democrats were split
The three nominees for the presidential candidate
Were Martin Van Buren, a former president and an abolitionist
James Buchanan, a moderate
Louis Cass, a general and expansionist
From Nashville came a dark horse riding up
He was James K. Polk, Napoleon of the Stump

Austere, severe, he held few people dear
His oratory filled his foes with fear
The factions soon agreed
He's just the man we need
To bring about victory
Fulfill our manifest destiny
And annex the land the Mexicans command
And when the votes were cast the winner was
Mister James K. Polk, Napoleon of the Stump

In four short years he met his every goal
He seized the whole southwest from Mexico
Made sure the tariffs fell
And made the English sell the Oregon territory
He built an independent treasury
Having done all this he sought no second term
But precious few have mourned the passing of
Mister James K. Polk, our eleventh president
Young Hickory, Napoleon of the Stump
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