Share your greatest song or lyric???

[OUMoose]

As Shesulsa said, there's one song that really rings true with the events happening in my life right now. As painful as it is to listen to a "mainstream" song, I think it's pretty powerful.

Lyrics to "Hate Me" by Blue October:

Intro: (group of girls singing into an answering machine the chorus of "calling you")
(If you're sleeping are you dreaming
If your dreaming are you dreaming of me?
I can't believe you actually picked me.)

(next message overlayed from Answering machine)
(”Hi Justin, this is your mother, and it's 2:33 on Monday afternoon.
I was just calling to see how you ware doing.
You sounded really uptight last night.
It made me a little nervous, and a l... and... well... it made me nervous, it sounded like you were nervous, too.
I just wanted to make sure you were really OK,
And wanted to see if you were checking in on your medication.
You know I love you, and...
Take care honey
I know you're under a lot of pressure.
See ya. Bye bye”)

I have to block out thoughts of you so I don’t lose my head
They crawl in like a cockroach leaving babies in my bed
Dropping little reels of tape to remind me that I’m alone
Playing movies in my head that make a porno feel like home
There's a burning in my pride, a nervous bleeding in my brain
An ounce of peace is all I want for you. Will you never call again?
And will you never say that you love me just to put it in my face?
And will you never try to reach me?
It is I that wanted space

Hate me today
Hate me tomorrow
Hate me for all the things I didn't do for you

Hate me in ways
Yeah ways hard to swallow
Hate me so you can finally see what’s good for you

I’m sober now for 3 whole months
it’s one accomplishment that you helped me with
The one thing that always tore us apart
is the one thing I won’t touch again
In a sick way I want to thank you
for holding my head up late at night
While I was busy waging wars on myself,
you were trying to stop the fight
You never doubted my warped opinions on things like suicidal hate
You made me compliment myself when it was way too hard to take
So I’ll drive so f****** far away that I never cross your mind
And do whatever it takes in your heart to leave me behind

Hate me today
Hate me tomorrow
Hate me for all the things I didn’t do for you

Hate me in ways
Yeah ways hard to swallow
Hate me so you can finally see what’s good for you

And with a sad heart I say bye to you and wave
Kicking shadows on the street for every mistake that I had made
And like a baby boy I never was a man
Until I saw your blue eyes cry and I held your face in my hand
And then I fell down yelling “Make it go away!”
Just make a smile come back and shine just like it used to be
And then she whispered “How can you do this to me?”

Hate me today
Hate me tomorrow
Hate me for all the things I didn’t do for you

Hate me in ways
Yeah ways hard to swallow
Hate me so you can finally see what’s good for you
For you

---

Yeah...

 

[Touch Of Death]

My mother gave me two records when I was a three: diamond Girl and Warchild. Heres a little ditty I know by heart...


Brain storming habbit forming weary when some actress spearing spinless chilling lines.
The critics falling over her to tell themselves he's boring and really not an awefull lot of fun.
Well who the hell can he be when he has never had tea and doesn't even sit on toilette seats.
Court jesting never resting. He must be very cunning to assume an air of dignity.
And bless us all with a solitary promise. His lame brain antics and his jumping in the air.
And every night he is actualy sane. And, so, it must be all a game of chess he's playing.
But you see you're wrong Steve; its only solitare.


Sean

 

[Xue Sheng]

My mother gave me two records when I was a three: diamond Girl and Warchild. Heres a little ditty I know by heart...


Brain storming habbit forming weary when some actress spearing spinless chilling lines.
The critics falling over her to tell themselves he's boring and really not an awefull lot of fun.
Well who the hell can he be when he has never had tea and doesn't even sit on toilette seats.
Court jesting never resting. He must be very cunning to assume an air of dignity.
And bless us all with a solitary promise. His lame brain antics and his jumping in the air.
And every night he is actualy sane. And, so, it must be all a game of chess he's playing.
But you see you're wrong Steve; its only solitare.


Sean

ahh Tull. I was just listening to Jethro Tull today.

Well, you got a big-jib crane waiting to pick you up.
Mmmm, you see those snakes that crawl, theyre just dying
To trip you up.
Live out in sad shacks at the back of town.
Hold your breath while we do you down
`cos were all kinds of animals coming here:
Occasional demons too.

Well, you got a nice apartment here with appliances and cd.
Were gonna leave your stereo, but well have your soul for tea.
Im not speaking of material things.
Gonna chew you up, gonna suck you in
`cos were all kinds of animals coming here:
Occasional demons too.

Smokestacks, belching black, were the have-nots in your shade.
How about a slice of life, how about some
Human trade?
Eat at the best table in town.
No headwaiter going to turn us down
`cos were all kinds of animals coming here:
Occasional demons too.

 

[Jade Tigress]

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an off-hand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun
And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking
And racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in the relative way, but you're older
And shorter of breath and one day closer to death
Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desparation in the English way
The time is gone the song is over, thought I'd something more to say

 

[bushidomartialarts]

when it comes to uplifting lyrics, there can be only one.

manowar, heart of steel.

stand and fight
live by your heart
always one more try
i'm not afraid to die

stand and fight
say what you feel
born with a heart of steel.

'nuff said

 

[IRO-Bot]

In reply to the above Blue October lyrics, and since I've been listening to them, I'll post one of their more positive songs. One that really lifts me up when I hear it. Especially the last verse.

Blue October - "Overweight"

ever carried the weight of another?
for how long?
or walk as far as they need to recover?
for how long?

i want to carry a piece of who i was before
so when i hit the wall i really hit the wall
i want to tear away the death again
a whiter shade of ********** meth again
i want to stick to clues
i want to come unglued
i want to shape the world to fit the way you move
i should of listened for your dress size

i’ve grown up, i owned up do you remember me?
i showed up and so what if i'm the used to be
i'm here to tell you that i’m sorry i was sorry
but i’m happy that you're happy this is no longer about me
trade roles, switch sides for your beautiful eyes
let him be there through your beautiful cries
let him hold you up so you can touch all four of your skies
and live your life just like a dream without the pain of goodbyes
goodbye

ever carried the weight of another?
for how long?
or walk as far as they need to recover?
for how long?

i’ve been a drunk, disrespectful little street punk
unlock the back of my trunk, you see i take this bat
and bash my head into the street again
no ones around so i keep beating it
pull my hair back and look me in the eye
there’s a self-destructive meaning in the bleeding of a guy
it's the guilt of what reality has given me
making sense of all mistakes and my stupidity

when your sick you seem to think you failed eternally
and that the people you let in are only crumbling
i’m ********** sick of faking life and this recovery
when my decisions paved the road that lies in front of me
so to the friends that even call that i don’t call back
i hold you deep inside my heart upon a hill
it seems to hide sometimes to run away and wonder
i’m really sick of saying sorry but i will

ever carried the weight of another?
for how long?
or walk as far as they need to recover?
for how long?

are we scared to take the ride?
or dare to look inside...
i’m floating farther away
floating farther away
floating farther away... letting go

i wanna learn to walk with others as an equal
i wanna treat the ones who love me with respect
i wanna tell the world i’ll give them all a piggy back
and try to take away my negative affect
i wanna kiss a girl and know i'll never lie again
i wanna call my dad and tell him that i care
i wanna let my brother know he saved my life
a thousand times throughout the years
he's been the friend who's always there...

floating farther away
floating farther away
i'm floating farther away.....letting go

 

[dubljay]

Remedy by Seether

Throw your dollar bills and leave your thrills all here with me
And speak but don't pretend I won't defend you anymore you see
It aches in every bone, I'll die alone, but not for you
My eyes don't need to see that ugly thing, I know it's me you fear
If you want me hold me back

Frail, the skin is dry and pale, the pain will never fail
And so we go back to the remedy
Clip the wings that get you high, just leave them where they lie
And tell yourself, "You'll be the death of me"

I don't need a friend, I need to mend so far away
So come sit by the fire and play a while, but you can't stay too long
It aches in every bone, I'll die alone, but not for pleasure
I see my heart explode, it's been eroded by the weather here
If you want me hold me back

Frail, the skin is dry and pale, the pain will never fail
And so we go back to the remedy
Clip the wings that get you high, just leave them where they lie
And tell yourself, "You'll be the death of me"
Frail, the skin is dry and pale, the pain will never fail
And so we go back to the remedy
Clip the wings that get you high, just leave them where they lie
And tell yourself, "You'll be the death of me"

Hold your eyes closed, take me in
Hold your eyes closed, take me in

Frail, the skin is dry and pale, the pain will never fail
And so we go back to the remedy
Clip the wings that get you high, just leave them where they lie
And tell yourself, "You'll be the death of me"
Frail, the skin is dry and pale, the pain will never fail
And so we go back to the remedy
Clip the wings that get you high, just leave them where they lie
And tell yourself, "You'll be the death of me"

 

[Seeking Zen]

The Piano Has Been Drinking (Not Me) Lyrics

by Tom Waits


The piano has been drinking, my necktie is asleep
And the combo went back to New York, the jukebox has to take a leak
And the carpet needs a haircut, and the spotlight looks like a prison break
And the telephone's out of cigarettes, and the balcony is on the make
And the piano has been drinking, the piano has been drinking...

And the menus are all freezing, and the light man's blind in one eye
And he can't see out of the other
And the piano-tuner's got a hearing aid, and he showed up with his mother
And the piano has been drinking, the piano has been drinking
As the bouncer is a Sumo wrestler cream-puff casper milktoast
And the owner is a mental midget with the I.Q. of a fence post
'Cause the piano has been drinking, the piano has been drinking...

And you can't find your waitress with a Geiger counter
And she hates you and your friends and you just can't get served without her
And the box-office is drooling, and the bar stools are on fire
And the newspapers were fooling, and the ash-trays have retired
'Cause the piano has been drinking, the piano has been drinking
The piano has been drinking, not me, not me, not me, not me, not me

 

[Xue Sheng]

No idea why but this is running through my Noggin today.

Beastie by Jethro Tull

From early days of infancy, through trembling years
of youth, long murky middle-age and final hours
long in the tooth, he is the hundred names of terror
creature you love the least. Picture his name before
you and exorcise the beast.

He roved up and down through history --- spectre
with tales to tell. In the darkness when the
campfire's dead --- to each his private hell. If you look
behind your shoulder as you feel his eyes to feast, you
can witness now the everchanging nature of the beast.

Beastie

If you wear a warmer sporran, you can keep the foe at
bay. You can pop those pills and visit some
psychiatrist who'll say --- There's nothing I can do
for you, everywhere's a danger zone. I'd love to help
get rid of it, but I've got one of my own.

There's a beast upon my shoulder and a fiend upon
my back. Feel his burning breath a heaving, smoke
oozing from his stack. And he moves beneath the
covers or he lies below the bed. He's the beast upon
your shoulder. He's the price upon your head. He's
the lonely fear of dying, and for some, of living too.
He's your private nightmare pricking. He'd just love
to turn the screw. So stand as one defiant --- yes, and
let your voices swell. Stare that beastie in the face
and really give him hell.

 

[ArmorOfGod]

Beck
"Dead Melodies" off of the Mutations album (greatest album ever recorded):

-----------------------

Where will you go When this day is over
A gambler’s purse Lays on the road
Straight to your door Snakes have gone crazy tonight
Winding their way out of sight
A laugh, a joke A sentiment wasted
Seasons of strangers They come and go
Doldrums are pounding Cheapskates are clowning this town
Who could disown themselves now
Engineer, slow down this old train
Cinders and chaff Laugh at the moon
Night birds will cackle Rotting like apples on trees
Sending their dead melodies to me

 

[ArmorOfGod]

But I can't forget my favorite song of all time:


Leonard Cohen - Take This Waltz Lyrics

Now in Vienna there's ten pretty women
There's a shoulder where Death comes to cry
There's a lobby with nine hundred windows
There's a tree where the doves go to die
There's a piece that was torn from the morning
And it hangs in the Gallery of Frost
Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay
Take this waltz, take this waltz
Take this waltz with the clamp on its jaws
Oh I want you, I want you, I want you
On a chair with a dead magazine
In the cave at the tip of the lily
In some hallways where love's never been
On a bed where the moon has been sweating
In a cry filled with footsteps and sand
Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay
Take this waltz, take this waltz
Take its broken waist in your hand

This waltz, this waltz, this waltz, this waltz
With its very own breath of brandy and Death
Dragging its tail in the sea

There's a concert hall in Vienna
Where your mouth had a thousand reviews
There's a bar where the boys have stopped talking
They've been sentenced to death by the blues
Ah, but who is it climbs to your picture
With a garland of freshly cut tears?
Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay
Take this waltz, take this waltz
Take this waltz it's been dying for years

There's an attic where children are playing
Where I've got to lie down with you soon
In a dream of Hungarian lanterns
In the mist of some sweet afternoon
And I'll see what you've chained to your sorrow
All your sheep and your lilies of snow
Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay
Take this waltz, take this waltz
With its "I'll never forget you, you know!"

This waltz, this waltz, this waltz, this waltz ...

And I'll dance with you in Vienna
I'll be wearing a river's disguise
The hyacinth wild on my shoulder,
My mouth on the dew of your thighs
And I'll bury my soul in a scrapbook,
With the photographs there, and the moss
And I'll yield to the flood of your beauty
My cheap violin and my cross
And you'll carry me down on your dancing
To the pools that you lift on your wrist
Oh my love, Oh my love
Take this waltz, take this waltz
It's yours now. It's all that there is

 

[Block]

“I was taught to turn the other check, but daddy used to say
Walk soft and pack a big stick, but never walk away”

Song of the Patriot by Johnny Cash

 

[Kreth]

The Piano Has Been Drinking (Not Me)

Excellent song!

 

[Jenna]

As long as they gaze on Waterloo sunset
They are in paradise

---The Kinks, Waterloo Sunset, 1967

Hey mister exile
This is one of my absolute fav songs ever.. reminds me of home when I am away.. specially the line above.. thanks for this.. you got good taste!!
Yr most obdt hmble srvt,
Jenna

 

[bushidomartialarts]

anybody know the words to 'the hedgehog song' of terry pratchett fame?

 

[Jenna]

anybody know the words to 'the hedgehog song' of terry pratchett fame?

Hey Jason
LOL.. a hedgehog songs from Terry Pratchett just sounds like an pretty damn good excuse to make up some oddball lyrics.. I can just imagine how this one must go!! ha!
Yr most obdt hmble srvt,
Jenna

 

[bushidomartialarts]

oh, but it's already been done...

"you can do it with a lion if you have enough pride
but a hedgehog can never be buggered at all..."

 

[Jenna]

oh, but it's already been done...

"you can do it with a lion if you have enough pride
but a hedgehog can never be buggered at all..."

LOL.. that sounds about right!! I wonder is Terry Pratchett still alive.. I remember the sleeve notes on one of the DiscWorld books reading "Terry Pratchett was born in 1948 and is STILL NOT DEAD" ..ha! well *I* thought it was funny.. ya had to be there I guess .. Cheers
Yr most obdt hmble srvt,
Jenna

 

[bushidomartialarts]

not to hijack the thread, but terry pratchett published two books this year alone. yup, he's alive, kicking and writing up a storm.

 

[Jenna]

not to hijack the thread, but terry pratchett published two books this year alone. yup, he's alive, kicking and writing up a storm.

Hey Jason.. permission to hijack MY thread granted!! LOL.. thanks for the info (and oddball lyrics)

OK as a token to MY lyrics thread which *I* own and have sole responsibility for and power of attorney over and guardianship thereof .. here is one that none of you will prolly know.. but still SO cool.. the chorus is sweeeeeeet like sugar...

David Sylvian - Red Guitar

I recognise no method of living that I know
I see only the basic materials I may use

If you ask me, I may tell you
It's been this way for years

I play my red guitar
It's the devil in the flesh
It's the iron in my soul

I understand you're facing problems inside you
A certain difficulty of being that I know too

You may ask me why do I fail
Just when I'm needed

I play my red guitar
It's the devil in the flesh
It's the iron in my soul

If you ask me, I may tell you
It's been this way for years
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