Great Lyrics

[Omar]

Post them with the matching song (in hide tags please, I don't want this thread to take me forever to load), and if you feel like it explain why you did. Awesome lyrics get bonus points, bad lyrics are no fun.

[Edit] Actually, only post great lyrics.

[RpgGamer]

I don't get it. Are we changing lyrics of songs to make them "sound better"?

 

Let's tear apart some pop music than shall we?

 

Might as well send Lady Gaga back to the drawing boards. Or any mainstream pop-dance "band"

[Omar]

No, just point them out. You know what, forget about the bad lyrics. Only post good ones. Can't edit the OP right now, I'll do it later.

[RpgGamer]

Tool's lyrics blow my mind,

simple example:

[hide=Right in Two]

 

Angels on the sideline,

Puzzled and amused.

Why did Father give these humans free will?

Now they're all confused.

 

Don't these talking monkeys know that

Eden has enough to go around?

Plenty in this holy garden, silly monkeys,

Where there's one you're bound to divide it.

Right in two.

 

Angels on the sideline,

Baffled and confused.

Father blessed them all with reason.

And this is what they choose.

And this is what they choose...

 

Monkey killing monkey killing monkey

Over pieces of the ground.

Silly monkeys give them thumbs,

They forge a blade,

And where there's one

they're bound to divide it,

Right in two.

Right in two.

 

Monkey killing monkey killing monkey.

Over pieces of the ground.

Silly monkeys give them thumbs.

They make a club.

And beat their brother, down.

How they survive so misguided is a mystery.

 

Repugnant is a creature who would squander the ability to lift an eye to heaven conscious of his fleeting time here.

 

Cut it all right in two [x4]

 

Fight over the clouds, over wind, over sky

Fight over life, over blood, over prayer,

overhead and light

Fight over love, over sun,

over another, Fight...

 

Angels on the sideline again.

Benched along with patience and reason.

Angels on the sideline again

Wondering when this tug of war will end.

 

Cut it all right in two [x3]

RIGHT IN TWO!

 

Right in two... [/hide]

 

extreme example:

[hide=Lateralus]Black then white are all I see in my infancy.

Red and yellow then came to be,

reaching out to me, lets me see.

As below so above and beyond I imagine,

drawn beyond the lines of reason.

Push the envelope. Watch it bend.

 

Over thinking, over analyzing,

separates the body from the mind.

Withering my intuition, missing opportunities and I must

feed my will to feel my moment drawing way outside the lines.

 

Black then white are all I see in my infancy.

Red and yellow then came to be,

reaching out to me, lets me see.

There is so much more and it beckons me to look though to these,

infinite possibilities.

As below so above and beyond I imagine,

drawn outside the lines of reason.

Push the envelope. Watch it bend.

 

Over thinking, over analyzing,

separates the body from the mind.

Withering my intuition, leaving opportunities behind.

 

 

Feed my will to feel this moment, urging me to cross the line.

Reaching out to embrace the random.

Reaching out to embrace whatever may come.

 

I embrace my desire to...

I embrace my desire to...

feel the rhythm,

to feel connected enough to step aside and weep like a widow,

to feel inspired,

to fathom the power,

to witness the beauty,

to bathe in the fountain,

to swing on the spiral,

to swing on the spiral,

to swing on the spiral of our divinity and still be a human.

 

With my feet upon the ground,

I lose myself between the sounds and open wide to suck it in.

I feel it move across my skin.

I'm reaching up and reaching out.

I'm reaching for the random or whatever will bewilder me,

whatever will bewilder me.

 

And following our will and wind,

we may just go where no one's been.

We'll ride the spiral to the end and may just go where no one's been.

Spiral out. Keep going.

Spiral out. Keep going.

Spiral out. Keep going.

Spiral out. Keep going.[/hide]

 

Lateralus is an absolute masterpiece of lyrics art and music. research it before you attack that claim.

[Omar]

Little Lady - General Elektriks

 

"They'll dress your hair with daisies and honeysuckle

But watch now child how they're cringing when you're standing too tall

 

Hey, little lady!

Men say they own this town,

Don't let them hold you down.

Hey, little lady!

The poems in your eyes,

Don't let them turn to sighs.

 

Fresh out of the womb they lay you in a picture that caged (not sure if these are really the lyrics, I'm doing this by ear)

But now you're burning a candy house down and stepping on stage

 

Hey, little lady!

Men say they own this town,

Don't let them hold you down.

Hey, little lady!

The poems in your eyes,

Don't let them turn to sighs.

 

They'll make you jump through those hoops

The hoops might be rigged

But child you don't even know

You're too hot for them to handle!"

 

[hide]

[/hide]

 

Ends in a funky-ass jam.

[Jeffwilson99]

I agree with RPG about those two Tool songs, especially Right in Two.

 

Two of my Favourite singer/songwriters would have to be Neil Finn (Split Enz and Crowded House)and Mark Knopfler (Dire Straits)

 

Crowded House - Four Seasons in One Day

 

 

Four seasons in one day

Lying in the depths of your imagination

Worlds above and worlds below

The sun shines on the black clouds

Hanging over the domain

Even when you're feeling warm

The temperature could drop away

Like four seasons in one day

 

Smiling as the [cabbage] comes down

You can tell a man from what he has to say

Everything gets turned around

And I will risk my neck again

You can take me where you will

Up the creek and through the mill

Like all the things you can't explain

Four seasons in one day

 

Blood dries up

Like rain, like rain

Fills my cup

Like four seasons in one day

 

It doesn't pay to make predictions

Sleeping on an unmade bed

Finding out wherever there is comfort

There is pain

Only one step away

Like four seasons in one day

 

Blood dries up

Like rain, like rain

Fills my cup

Like four seasons in one day

 

 

 

Dire Straits - Lions

 

 

Red sun go down way over dirty town

Starling are sweeping around crazy shoals

A girl is there high heeling across the square

Wind blows around in her hair and the flags upon the poles

Waiting in the crowd to cross at the light

She looks around to find a face she can like.

 

Church bell clinging on trying to get a crowd for evensong

Nobody cares to depend upon the chime it plays

Theyre all in the station praying for trains

Cogregations late again

Its getting darker all the time these flagpole days

Drunk old soldier he gives her a fright

Hes crazy lion howling for a fight.

 

Strap hanging gunshot sound

Doors slamming on the overground

Starlings are tough but the lions are made of stone

Her evening paper is horror torn

But theres hope later for capricorns

Her lucky stars give her just enough to get home

Then shes reading about a swing to the right

But shes thinking about a stranger in the night

Im thinking about the lions tonight

What happened to the lions.

 

 

 

Dire Straits - Telegraph Road

 

 

A long time ago came a man on a track

walking thirty miles with a pack on his back

and he put down his load where he thought it was the best

made a home in the wilderness

he built a cabin and a winter store

and he ploughed up the ground by the cold lake shore

and the other travellers came riding down the track

and they never went further, no, they never went back

then came the churches then came the schools

then came the lawyers then came the rules

then came the trains and the trucks with their loads

and the dirty old track was the telegraph road

 

Then came the mines - then came the ore

then there was the hard times then there was a war

telegraph sang a song about the world outside

telegraph road got so deep and so wide

like a rolling river. . .

 

And my radio says tonight it's gonna freeze

people driving home from the factories

there's six lanes of traffic

three lanes moving slow. . .

 

I used to like to go to work but they shut it down

I got a right to go to work but there's no work here to be found

yes and they say we're gonna have to pay what's owed

we're gonna have to reap from some seed that's been sowed

and the birds up on the wires and the telegraph poles

they can always fly away from this rain and this cold

you can hear them singing out their telegraph code

all the way down the telegraph road

 

You know I'd sooner forget but I remember those nights

when life was just a bet on a race between the lights

you had your head on my shoulder you had your hand in my hair

now you act a little colder like you don't seem to care

but believe in me baby and I'll take you away

from out of this darkness and into the day

from these rivers of headlights these rivers of rain

from the anger that lives on the streets with these names

'cos I've run every red light on memory lane

I've seen desperation explode into flames

and I don't want to see it again. . .

 

From all of these signs saying sorry but we're closed

all the way down the telegraph road

 

[Omar]

" "I do not exist," we faithfully insist,

Sailing in our separate ships and from each tiny caravel.

Tiring of trying, there's a necessary dying,

Like the horseshoe crab in its proper season sheds its shell.

Such distance from our friends,

Like a scratch across the lens,

Made everything look wrong from anywhere we stood.

And our paper blew away before we'd left the bay,

So half-blind, we wrote these songs on sheets of salty wood.

 

[hide]Caught me making eyes at the other boatman's wives,

And heard me laughing louder at the jokes told by their daughters.

I'd set my course for land, but you well understand,

It takes a steady hand to navigate adulterous waters.

The propeller's spinning blades held acquaintance with the waves,

As there's mistakes I've made no rowing could outrun.

The cloth low on the mast, I say I got no past,

I'm nonetheless the librarian and secretary's son.

 

The tarnish on my brass, the mildew on my glass-

I'd never want someone so crass as to want someone like me.

But a few leagues off the shore, I bit a flashing lure,

And I assure you, it was not what I expected it to be!

I still tastes its kiss, that dull hook in my lip

Is a memory as useless as a rod without a reel.

To an anchor ever dropped, sea-sick yet still docked,

Captain spotted napping with his first mate at the wheel.

 

Floating forgetfully along, with no need to be strong,

We keep our confessions long, but when we pray we keep it short.

I drank a thimble full of fire,

I'm not ever coming back...

Oh, my God.

 

"I do not exist," we faithfully insist,

While watching sink the heavy ship with everything we knew.

And if ever you come near, I'll hold up high a mirror.

Lord, I could never show you anything as beautiful as you!"

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The author is Christian, in case that wasn't obvious.

[Jernlov]

[hide]

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f9UWZ9QdnAo

 

Pledge, principle, water, superstition.

Body, language, ready-made, existence.

Brightness, desire, name, influence.

Civilization, doubt, child, nature.

 

Every liberty is an element of collapse.

Differences invite a decline. Order is just a piece of paper.

 

Block a man-made light by a wall.

I see through a crack.

If we could discuss equally again.

When the object turns into us,

That's when we can start to live.

 

Unable to expose a plotted lie in life.

Being influenced. Doubt my ownself. Hold criticism.

Reveal my heart. Hopes I act out.

 

Unchanging, essence, road, denial.

Consciousness, creation, sound, pain.

The weak, tragedy, presentment, circumstance.

Despair, condition, disinterest, destruction.

 

I collect the will worth of my field of vision.

Learn much, I run intensely.

From darkness to the light. Reasons and oblivion.

Memories and loss. Nameless and birth.

 

The gift the dead ones left.[/hide]

 

A lot more abstraction than your average hardcore band. It loses some of its impact in translation but it still stands that Tatsuya is a very strong writer.

[Hedgehog]

[Hide=NIN-The Collector]I'm trying to fit it all inside

I'm trying to open my mouth wide

I'm trying not to choke inside

I am a good boy and I will

Swallow it all, swallow it all, swallow it all, swallow it all[/hide]

 

[Hide=Oceansize-SuperImposer]Sink! Your depleted armies choke on fairytales. Ill pretend to care if you pretend to suffocate. I can wait cos the circumstances never change. Ill resuscitate whats drawn, disengage feet from day... Backs into the wall administrate, forget all that the faceless say pictures of adoration and hate. Hey illiterate, brittle bones always resonate. Show commendable front but little subtlety. Ill participate, you pretend to own a brain. Up the gain as your articulation starts to wain. Try to forget all and evacuate this vacuous exchange of curds and whey. Hey degenerate, your kicks dont always penetrate.

 

Below the sea a fabled land maturity. [bleep]s with no face and zero grace exacerbate holes as wide as me, wide as the sea, sing in different keys. Kill the harmony, a dissonance to hang from trees. Theyve no voices, just consequential immunity from reason bullets and at birth should be isolated.- protection from decency cos this is how the wars get started.

[/hide]

 

[Hide=Oceansize-Silent/Transparent]As effortless as all you know, as active as a charm. This vessels lowly stowaway is armed. Let the credits rave, let the critics roll as the groom runs down the aisle. In a hail of bullets I just throw a towel and write the bride out a second life, a second hand, a view of space with an elephant obstructing it. Im splashing greys where once was glowing white I hit the pavement in the sunlight. I would beg the kids to just come outside and play, but Id take the ball away. What is a sorry state when you cant believe your eyes youll gladly take as second prize.

 

There are prophecies youll only prophesize over niceties and gin but now youre asking I dont know where to begin. All the critics rave as the credits roll, theyve kept us wet behind the ears, so well be speaking in hushed tones for fifty years. Take this heart and wear it on the outside. And as the rain comes down like a ticker tape parade the tears slow and dissipate. As the blood and sweat youve invested evaporates youll have tried but you wont make it pay...

 

Sign this and file it under dumbstruck envy thatll strike you down.

 

Sightless the comfort in the danger enticing... I join the queue.

 

Mindlessly I made her in my likeness scattered and absolute.

 

Silent and transparent the one who hold the candle to the glow of you.

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[Shiny]

[hide=The Island - The Decemberists]"The Island: Come & See / The Landlord's Daughter / You'll Not Feel The Drowning"

 

[Come & See]

 

There's an island hidden in the sound

Lapping currents lay your boat to ground

Affix your barb and bayonet

The curlews carve their Arabesques

And sorrow fills the silence all around

Come and see

 

There's a harbor lost within the reeds

A jetty caught in over-hanging trees

Among the bones of cormorants

No boot mark here nor finger prints

The rivers roll down to a soundless sea

Come and see

Come and see

 

The tides will come and go

With this bare waking eye

Who rose like the wind

Though we know for sure

Amidst this fading light

We'll not go home again

Come and see

Come and see

 

In the lowlands, nestled in the heat

A briar cradle rocks it's babe to sleep

Its contents watched by Sycorax

And patagon in paralax

A foretold rumbling sounds below the deep

Come and see

Come and see

 

The tides will come and go

Witnessed by no waking eye

Who rose like the wind

Though we know for sure

Amidst this fading light

We'll not go home again

Come and see

Come and see

 

[The Landlord's Daughter]

 

As I was rambled

Down by the water

I spied in sable

The landlord's daughter

Produced my pistol, then my saber

To make no whistle or thou will be murdered

 

She cursed, she shivered

She cried for mercy,

"My gold and silver if thou will release me!"

 

I'll take no gold miss, I'll take no silver

I'll take those sweet lips, and I'll deliver

 

[You'll Not Feel The Drowning]

 

I will dress your eyelids

With dimes upon your eyes

Lay you close to water

Green your grave will rise

Go to sleep little ugly

Go to sleep you little fool

Forty-winking in the belfry

You'll not feel the drowning

You'll not feel the drowning

 

Forget you once had sweethearts

They've forgotten you

Think you not on parents

They've forgotten too

Go to sleep now little ugly

Go to sleep now you little fool

Forty-winking in the belfry

You'll not feel the drowning

You'll not feel the drowning

 

Go to sleep little ugly

Go to sleep little fool

Forty-winking in the belfry

You'll not feel the drowning

You'll not feel the drowning

 

Hear you now the captain

Heed his sorrowed cry

"Weight upon your eyelids

As dimes laid on your eyes"

[/hide]

 

There are no full videos on Youtube because it is a 12 minute long song.

[Guest Rob]

Every single word of this song:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=phb0R-n_5g0

 

Rise against: Drones

 

"The drones all slave away

They're working overtime

They serve a faceless queen

They never question why

Disipoles of a god

That neither lives or breathes

But we have bills to pay

And we have mouthes to feed"

 

 

And my favorite song:

 

Everchanging (Also by Rise Against)

 

Have you ever been a part of something

That you thought would never end

And then of course it did

Have you ever felt the weight inside you

Pulling away inside your give

But then something had to give

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PQ-1F-JG400

 

<3: my music.

[Nadril]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eYVnRyZWs70

 

[hide]I sense a runner in the garden

Although my judgements known to fail

Once built a steamboat in a meadow

Cos I'd forgotten how to sail

 

I know the runner's going to tell you

There ain't no cowboy in my hair

So now he's buried by the daisies

So I could stay the tallest man in your eyes, babe

 

I sense a spy up in the chimney

From all the evidence I've burned

I guess he'll read it in the smoke now

And soon to ashes I'll return

 

I know the spy is going to tell you

It's not my flag up in the pole

So now he's buried by the lilies

So I could stay forever more in your eyes, babe

 

I sense a leak inside my phone now

From all the lies I have told

I know he has your private number

And soon he'll make that vicious call

 

I know the leak is going to tell you

There ain't now puppy in your leash

So now he'll fertilize the roses

So I could stay the king you see

In your eyes, babe (x2)

 

So now we're dancing through the garden

And what a garden I have made

And now that death will grow my jasmine

I find it soothing I'm afraid

 

Now there is no need for suspicion

There ain't no frog kissing your hand

I won't be lying when I tell you

That I'm a gardner I'm a man

In your eyes babe (x3)

[/hide]

 

Postin' this before anyone else gets the chance to :P.

[Skull]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X0u2x7lK5mc

 

 

 

No surrender, no retreats, feeling deceit-ed, but defenders know defeat

No war, no justice, no peace. Its just us now, no more Middle East

American dreams are nightmares to the deceased

Medicare, depressants, suppress the speech of you and I

Theres no you and I in U-N-I-T-Y

Because in the third world you and I would abuse life and sooner die

And why should I disagree? American History X

Is the next frontier to this mystery, global misery

November third, is this country really divided?

Or are the votes still undecided?

Did you vote or did you die when Kerry gave up indecisive

All I know, branches of government are all one sided

Blinded to the people, equal if you find it

Generation X is a time bomb the fuse has been ignited

 

Its like Mesopotamia crippled in icicles

A fist full of missiles, life cycles, ripple effect

Grippin my chest, guerilla vest, machete justice

Eyes wide shut, still witness the silhouette

How could a grown man see women and children murdered

And try to forget, forgive them they know not what they provoke

Big government choked, the breath out of the dead broke

Man down in the ghetto, follow the red smoke

My eyes have seen war on the most ignorant of rebels

Soldiers and rebels, god and generals, hoodlums and devils

Whether civil or international, occupation were never settled

In a country where you either get rich or die for a medal

Cry me a river, and you call it the Euphrates

New millennium mothers and brothers stand, deliver the new age babies

Sellout hippies lookin at us like were crazy, jaw-droppin

Throwin Molotov forty ounces at Nazis and ruthless dodgers

 

I read the writing thats on the walls and embedded in the pavement

But instead of making statements, got bent and paid rent

Made payments in increments of ink to the page left stainless

Im famous to unknown faces in underground basements

Im a rise and shine, midday, all night soldier

Far from intermediate, medium or mediocre

More like none of the below, only of the above

God just wants to say hello, He aint dying for your love

So crucify this, because I dont justify [cabbage]

Warrior until I die, Im a man and thats it

I pledge allegiance to the people, for which we stand

One nation, not one family, not one man

Every father and mother, who never loved another

Every sister and brother, who always looked out for each other

 

 

So [bleep]ing good. Honestly anyone who's a part of Doomtree or on Rhymesayers is probably an insane lyricist.

 

And it looks like Nadril beat me to the Tallest Man lyrics :lol:

[No_99_Melee]

The Pixies - "Where is my mind"

 

 

With your feet in the air and your head on the ground,

Try this trick and spin it, yeah

Your head will collapse,

But there's nothing in it,

And you'll ask yourself,

 

Where is my mind?

[assassin_696]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eYVnRyZWs70

 

[hide]I sense a runner in the garden

Although my judgements known to fail

Once built a steamboat in a meadow

Cos I'd forgotten how to sail

 

I know the runner's going to tell you

There ain't no cowboy in my hair

So now he's buried by the daisies

So I could stay the tallest man in your eyes, babe

 

I sense a spy up in the chimney

From all the evidence I've burned

I guess he'll read it in the smoke now

And soon to ashes I'll return

 

I know the spy is going to tell you

It's not my flag up in the pole

So now he's buried by the lilies

So I could stay forever more in your eyes, babe

 

I sense a leak inside my phone now

From all the lies I have told

I know he has your private number

And soon he'll make that vicious call

 

I know the leak is going to tell you

There ain't now puppy in your leash

So now he'll fertilize the roses

So I could stay the king you see

In your eyes, babe (x2)

 

So now we're dancing through the garden

And what a garden I have made

And now that death will grow my jasmine

I find it soothing I'm afraid

 

Now there is no need for suspicion

There ain't no frog kissing your hand

I won't be lying when I tell you

That I'm a gardner I'm a man

In your eyes babe (x3)

[/hide]

 

Postin' this before anyone else gets the chance to :P.

 

Ah dammit. :razz:

 

Iron & Wine - The Sea & The Rhythm

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3MK7cmlJ-T0

 

[hide]Tonight we're the sea and the salty breeze

The milk from your breast is on my lips

And lovelier words from your mouth to me

When salty my sweat and fingertips

 

Our hands they seek the end of afternoons

My hands believe and move over you

 

Tonight, we're the sea and the rhythm there

The waves and the wind and night is black

Tonight we're the scent of your long black hair

Spread out like your breath across my back

 

Your hands they move like waves over me

Beneath the moon, tonight, we're the sea [/hide]

 

Poetry to make love to, for sure.

[Omar]

[hide=The Dead Flag Blues - Godspeed You! Black Emperor]

The car's on fire and there's no driver at the wheel

And the sewers are all muddied with a thousand lonely suicides

And a dark wind blows

The government is corrupt

And we're on so many drugs

With the radio on and the curtains drawn

 

We're trapped in the belly of this horrible machine

And the machine is bleeding to death

 

The sun has fallen down

And the billboards are all leering

And the flags are all dead at the top of their poles

 

It went like this

 

The buildings tumbled in on themselves

Mothers clutching babies picked through the rubble and pulled out their hair

 

The skyline was beautiful on fire

All twisted metal stretching upwards

Everything washed in a thin orange haze

 

I said, "Kiss me, you're beautiful..

These are truly the last days"

 

You grabbed my hand and we fell into it

Like a daydream or a fever

 

We woke up one morning and fell a little further down

For sure it's the valley of death

 

I open up my wallet

And it's full of blood

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oOYdQOLkqf4 [/hide]

They're not really lyrics. But whatever.

[JeremyM]

"Honey I'm a prize and you're a catch and we're a perfect match" in the song Spit o a Stranger by Pavement

 

Death Cab has some really good lyrics too.

[Omar]

mewithoutYou again. I'll probably end up posting all of this album in the end.

 

 

our house wrapped in disrepair,

a small mouse peeked out from a hole beneth the stairs

nearby to where my dad sat in his favorite chair,

thinking about the gov't and muttering a prayer

so I scattered some oats in hopes she'd stay

and sat still to stop from scaring her away-

but she hurried on her little way

and scurried around my mind

ever since,

every day

 

[hide]open wide my door, my door, my Lord

(open wide my door)

to whatever makes me love You more

(open wide my door)

while there's still light to run towards

 

Like water, on the dry wood

equal parts misguided and misunderstood

but all the neighborhood

watched a fire burn from where they stood

as the smoke said

"we're not half as bad as God is good"

still there's a whisper in my ear,

the voice of loneliness and fear, so I say:

 

"devil, disappear!

I'm still technically a virgin

after 27 years-

which never bothered me before,

what's maybe 50 more?"

 

she came back for the oats

(this never ends)

but she brought along a "friend"

(this never ends)

the harder the rain,

the lower the flowers in the garden bend

(this never ends)

I'd rather never talk again

(this never ends)

than to continue to pretend

that this never ends.

(this never ends)

Sorry for the bad quality. As an apology for that, here's the song live. Try not to laugh when Aaron start shaking his maracas.

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