Favorite lyrics

[idk, my bff jill?]

"And I try, but I can't remember the color of your eyes--just the shape of your dress."

From "Gentlemen" by mewithoutYou.

[sarah]

time and money for girls covered in honey

[Arthur Heath]

The Toadies - Tyler:


And she runs through her days with a smile on her face
And she runs, and she waits, and I wait

We can drive to anyplace, day or night, across the state
And in the morning, into Mexico, we will wake up

I find a window in the kitchen, and I let myself in
Rummage through the refrigerator, find myself a beer
I can't believe I'm really here, and she's lying in that bed
I can almost feel her touch, and her anxious breath!

I stumble in the hallway, outside the bedroom door
I hear her call out to me, I hear the fear in her voice
She pulls the covers tighter, I press against the door

I will be with her tonight!

[Girlystevedave]

^ I've said it before, but I love Tyler. Especially when it gets to the 'window in the kitchen' part.

[Girlystevedave]

Warrior
~Matisyahu

Like an ancient memory
Remember how it used to be
Close your eyes and breathe in
The scent of freedom
Bringing across the sea
Land of milk and honey
One day we'll wake up from this dream
And we'll stop sleeping

(I couldn't run out of favorite lyrics from Matisyahu)

[gsvec]

I always liked the line "Snot is running down his nose" in Aqualung by Jethro Tull.

[IWasSentWest]

Murder in the City- The Avett Brothers

If I get murdered in the city
Don’t go revengin in my name
One person dead from such is plenty
No need to go get locked away

When I leave your arms
The things that I think of
No need to get over alarmed
I’m comin home

I wonder which brother is better
Which one our parents love the most
I sure did get in lots of trouble
They said to let the other go

A tear fell from my father’s eyes
I wondered what my dad would say
He said I love you
And I’m proud of you both, in so many different ways

If I get murdered in the city
Go read the letter in my desk
Don’t worry with all my belongings
But pay attention to the list

Make sure my sister knows I loved her
Make sure my mother knows the same
Always remember, there is nothing worth sharing
Like the love that let us share our name
Always remember, there is nothing worth sharing
Like the love that let us share our name

[LadyHitchhiker]

can music save your mortal soul? -- american pie, don mclean

[razz]

psychosocial. basically cuz when you hear the song, you have no idea what they're saying. and whne you do read them it's like OOOOOOHHHHHH!

[Geomon]

New blood joins this earth
And quickly he's subdued
Through constant pained disgrace
The young boy learns their rules

With time the child draws in
This whipping boy done wrong
Deprived of all his thoughts
The young man struggles on and on he's known
A vow unto his own
That never from this day
His will they'll take away

What I've felt
What I've known
Never shined through in what I've shown
Never be
Never see
Won't see what might have been

What I've felt
What I've known
Never shined through in what I've shown
Never free
Never me
So I dub thee unforgiven

They dedicate their lives
To running all of his
He tries to please them all
This bitter man he is
Throughout his life the same
He's battled constantly
This fight he cannot win
A tired man they see no longer cares
The old man then prepares
To die regretfully
That old man here is me

What I've felt
What I've known
Never shined through in what I've shown
Never be
Never see
Won't see what might have been

What I've felt
What I've known
Never shined through in what I've shown
Never free
Never me
So I dub thee unforgiven

You labeled me
I'll label you
So I dub the unforgiven

[Mordred Deschain]

I am a man of constant sorrow
I've seen trouble all my day.
I bid farewell to old Kentucky
The place where I was born and raised.
(The place where he was born and raised)

For six long years I've been in trouble
No pleasures here on earth I found
For in this world I'm bound to ramble
I have no friends to help me now.

[chorus] He has no friends to help him now

It's fare thee well my old lover
I never expect to see you again
For I'm bound to ride that northern railroad
Perhaps I'll die upon this train.

[chorus] Perhaps he'll die upon this train.

You can bury me in some deep valley
For many years where I may lay
Then you may learn to love another
While I am sleeping in my grave.

[chorus] While he is sleeping in his grave.

Maybe your friends think I'm just a stranger
My face you'll never see no more.
But there is one promise that is given
I'll meet you on God's golden shore.

[chorus] He'll meet you on God's golden shore.

[flaggwalkstheline]

Conner oberst is one of the great poet/ musicians of the last decade, heres a song from bright eyes (his band)

"Lets not shit ourselves (to love and to be loved)"

Here we go. Can I get a goddamn timpany roll to start this goddamn song? Tonight it is a goddamn song, for all you goddamn people:

Well, the animals laugh from the dark of the wilderness. A baby cries hard in an apartment complex, as I pass in a car buried under the influence. The city's driving me out of my mind. I’ve seen a child, he's caught in the sad trap of gravity. He falls from the lowest branch of the apple tree and lands in the grass and weeps for his dignity. Next time he will not aim so high. Yeah, next time, neither will I. Now, a mother takes loans out, sends her kids off to colleges. Her family’s reduced to names on a shopping list. While, a coroner kneels beneath a great, wooden crucifix. He knows there's worse things than being alone. I’ve learned to retreat at the first sign of danger. I mean, why wait around, if it's just to surrender? An ambition, I’ve found, can lead only to failure. I do not read the reviews. No, I am not singing for you.

Well, I stood dropping a coin into the pit of a well. And I would throw my whole billfold if I thought it would help. With all these wishes I make, I should buy something real, at least a telephone call home. Well, My teachers, they built this retaining wall memory, all those multiple choices I answered so quickly. And got my grades back and forgot just as easily, but at least I got an A. And so I don't have them to blame. Well, I should stop pointing fingers; reserve my judgment of all those public action figures, the cowboy presidents. So loud behind the bullhorn so proud they can't admit when they've made a mistake. While poison ink spews from a speechwriter's pen, he knows he don't have to say it, so it, it don't bother him. "Honesty" "Accuracy" is just "Popular Opinion." And the approval rating is high, and so someone's gonna die. Well, ABC, NBC, CBS: Bullshit. They give us fact or fiction? I guess an even split. And each new act of war is tonight's entertainment. We're still the pawns in their game. As they take eye for an eye until no one can see, we must stumble blindly forward, repeating history. Well, I guess we all fit into your slogan on that fast food marquee: Red blooded, White skinned oh and the Blues. Oh and the Blues! I got the Blues! That's me! That's me!

Well, I awoke in relief. My sheets and tubes were all tangled weak from whiskey and pills, in a Chicago hospital. And my father was there, in a chair by the window, staring so far away. I tried talking, just whispered, "...so sorry...so selfish.." He stopped me and said, "Child I love you regardless and there is nothing you could do that would ever change this. I'm not angry. It happens. But you just can't do it again." And so now I try to keep up, I’ve been exchanging my currency. While a million objects pass through my periphery. Now I’m rubbing my eyes cause they’re starting to bother me. I’ve been staring too long at the screen. But where was it when I first heard that sweet sound of humility? It came to my ears in the goddamn loveliest melody. How grateful I was then to be part of the mystery, to love and to be loved. Let's just hope that is enough.

[Brice]

He was in his room, half awake, half asleep
The walls of the room seemed to alter angles
Elongating and shrinking alternately
Then twisting around completely so that he was on the opposite side of the room
A trick of the light and too much caffeine, he thought
Then came a knock on the door
And this sound was the same dark-brown tone as the wood of which the door was made
At first, he thought he'd imagined it
Because it would not have been out of place with the other strange hallucinatory events of that night
But then it came again
Only heavier this time
With a sense of real urgency
So pulling himself up
And stepping through pools of moonlight and shadow
He made his bleary way across the room towards the door
And slowly, apprehensively, raised the latch

The latch became a fingertip, touching his own

Energy sapping as a new form, transversing the edge of his emotions
His power became his agony, his power knew no bounds
Whereas before, his peace withstood the vastness
His prerogative became an endless force of the all impossible
His final soul is flying with contempt only
Even the legendary glance backward to meet with eternity's stone in peace or save his already destroyed
You cannot share, the temperature is rising
The ghost and monkeys make a choice
This...
This...

He tried to will himself back to bed
He wanted desperately to feel the reassuring crisp, white sheets once taken for granted
To be back home, safe as houses, protected by walls covered in familiar patterns
But even wallpaper had become sinister to him
He remembered staring into the paisley print and seeing a repetition of skulls
At night he would listen to the click of heels on the concrete outside
And try to imagine the facial features of the unseen figure
He would always see his own face
And another realization of this prophecy rang terrible and true
For at this moment, it was indeed, his own feet that filled the shoes
Shoes that no man would want to wear

Into the hills then to search for another searcher's closely held goals
Into the forest under the billowing leaves
Under the dreadful birds, the singing soil, the decrepit babies, the unhappy new loves
The preaching alphabutics, the long-lost lovers never to find the safety of their mothers
In fact, all the guilty clouds he will move into a playground
A sense of moonlight and shadow
All the stars touch to the cold molten sunflower, fly to his middle eye
The wallpaper had sinister tones
Alas, white cold
Alas, rainbow's middle infinity's destination.
All life's drums drink from bottles and visions are blinded

[alinda]

I don't want to wait in vain for your LOVE

[ladysai]

I wanna tell you about Texas Radio and the Big Beat.
Comes out of the Virginia swamps
Cool and slow with money and precision.
And a back beat narrow and hard to master.

Some call it heavenly in its brilliance.
Others, mean and rueful of the Western dream.
I love the friends I have gathered together on this thin raft.
We have constructed pyramids in honor of our escaping.
This is the land where the Pharaoh died.

The Negroes in the forest brightly feathered.
And they are saying, "Forget the night.
Live with us in forests of azure.
Out here on the perimeter there are no stars.
Out here we is stoned immaculate."

Now listen to this, and I'll tell you about the heartache
I'll tell you about the heartache and the loss of God.
I'll tell you about the hopeless night.
The meager food for souls forgot.
I'll tell you about the maiden with wrought-iron soul.

I tell you this,
No eternal reward will forgive us now for wasting the dawn.

I'll tell you about Texas Radio and the Big Beat.
Soft driven, slow and mad, like some new language.

Now listen to this,
I'll tell you about the Texas,
I'll tell you about the Texas Radio.
I'll tell you about the hopeless night,
Wandering the Western dream.
Tell you about the maiden with wrought-iron soul.

~The Doors

[mungojerrie]

drilled a wire through my cheek--blue october

I try to stay on top of you
To hold your body down
Your shaking seems to hinder
Every grap that I had found

Moving every inch around you
To defuse your private bomb
I stretch myself surrounding
And protecting you from harm

I use a wallet for your mouth
So when you bite you will not bleed
I drilled a wire through my cheek
And led it down and out my sleeve

Now you're pulling out the best of me
Which never ever comes
This wire's all that's left of me
And its hooked within my gums
within my gums...

So drill it, so drill it
So hard
I feel it
[Kirk screaming]

So drill it, so drill it
So hard
I feel it
[Kirk screaming]

Its proof to show I'd bleed for this
I'd cut myself to shame
To get to know this masochist
Who's stolen my first name

Pretending he's a teacher
Holding all my weight at ease
Yet the teacher seems to split in two
Destroying both his knees

And now crawling I position myself
Below your broken wing
I lift your feathered left arm
Where you hide your heart from me

I never noticed it was swollen
With a touch of brutal pain
I never knew a heart could live inside
The rust from all your rain
all your rain...

So drill it, so drill it
So hard
I feel it
[Kirk screaming]

So drill it, so drill it
So hard
I feel it
[Kirk screaming]

I didn't think to bring a wash cloth
Or to rub away the dirt
Myself and I we share
This barely beating heart of hurt

And when the hurt comes there's an argument
A fight to save a smile
A small attack on human tears
To dry them for a while

A dream we all should count on
A vision i believe
Where confidence is found
Attached to wires on our sleeve

Where lonelyness is history
Told to pack it's shit and leave
Where guidance is a fortune
Told to help in time of need

And were crying isn't secret
Its the art of how we greiv
And lessons are the key
To every goal I will acheive
I will achieve

So drill it, so drill it
So hard
I feel it
[Kirk screaming]

So drill it, so drill it
So hard
I feel it
[Kirk screaming]

So drill it, so drill it
so hard
I feel it
[Kirk screaming]

So drill it, so drill it
so hard
I feel it
[Kirk sreaming]

[Míchéal]

9 Crimes - Damien Rice

Leave me out with the waste
This is not what I do
It's the wrong kind of place
To be thinking of you
It's the wrong time
For somebody new
It's a small crime
And I've got no excuse

Is that alright?
Give my gun away when it's loaded
Is that alright?
If u don't shoot it how am I supposed to hold it
Is that alright?
Give my gun away when it's loaded
Is that alright
With you?

Leave me out with the waste
This is not what I do
It's the wrong kind of place
To be cheating on you
It's the wrong time
She's pulling me through
It's a small crime
And I've got no excuse

Is that alright?
I give my gun away when it's loaded
Is that alright?
If you dont shoot it, how am I supposed to hold it
Is that alright?
I give my gun away when it's loaded
Is that alright
Is that alright with you?

Is that alright?
Is that alright?
Is that alright with you?

No...

[LadyHitchhiker]

Toadies I Burn
Driftin' upward
Gently lifting
Lazy on the wind
Rollin' over
Turnin' slowly
Beginning and the end
Fire is bright
Fire is clean
Never so alive
Smoke is freedom
Flame is mercy
I am free tonight
And I burn
I burn
Stoke the embers
Cleanse the spirit
A prayer in every spark
Feel the lick of
Bad religion
The finish and the start
In the beginning
We were smarter
'n flame was heaven-sent
Through the ages
We got stupid
Now we must repent
And I burn
I burn
Save the ashes
For reminders
Stony things remain
Tooth and bone
unimpressive
I have left these things
Because fire is bright
Fire is clean
efficient and divine
Tooth and bone
Charms and dolls
I am free tonight
I BURN
THE AIR
YOU BREATHE
I BURN
THE AIR
YOU BREATHE
I BURN
THE AIR
YOU BREATHE
I burn
I burn
I burn

[Seymour_Glass]

No Joy In Mudville- Death Cab for Cutie

Last night I dreamt that I was you
I was dressed all in black with dark glasses and attitude
Such a pose I could simply not hold
Through the days in the northern town that I had once called a home.
And your studies of fringe New York streets: I was reading the pavement with every word you would speak
to a "brownstone up three flights of stairs" and it's on...

Buying drinks for the poets upstate, this southern corrupting towed you down the interstate
and they all said that you were the king of gloomy disruption that surfaced when you would sing
This town simply cannot compete so I'm packing my bullets and silvertones and heading east
to a "brownstone up three flights of stairs" and it's on...on...on...on... it's on.

If I could have had my way this year
would bridge 66 again

Trust fund hipsters were casing the room chock full of amphetamines
The overturned kick drum boom set the pace with a comparable cool and if the tempo was loust it was lost on all but you.

[razz]

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise

Black bird singing in the dead of night
Take these sunken eyes and learn to see
all your life
you were only waiting for this moment to be free

Blackbird fly, Blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night.

Blackbird fly, Blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night.

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise,oh
You were only waiting for this moment to arise, oh
You were only waiting for this moment to arise

[jayson]

Very nice Razz.

[flaggwalkstheline]

Cowboy Dan by Modest Mouse

Well, Cowboy Dan's a major player in the cowboy scene
He goes to the reservation drinks and gets mean
He's gonna start a war
He hops in his pickup puts the pedal to the floor
And says "I got mine but I want more"
Well, Cowboy Dan's a major player in the cowboy scene
He goes to the reservation drinks and gets mean
He drove the desert, fired his rifle in the sky
And says, "God if I have to die you will have to die"
Well, Cowboy Dan's a major player in the cowboy scene
He goes the the reservation drinks and gets mean
I didn't move to the city, the city moved to me
And I want out desperately
Can't do it, not even if sober
Can't get that engine turned over
Standing in the tall grass
Thinking nothing
You know we need oxygen to breath
Everytime you think you're walking you're just moving the ground
Everytime you think you're talking you're just moving your mouth
Everytime you're looking you're just looking down
Well, Cowboy Dan's a major player in the cowboy scene
He goes to the reservation drinks and gets mean
He's gonna start a war
He hops in his pickup puts the pedal to the floor
And says "I got mine but I want more"
Well, Cowboy Dan's a major player in the cowboy scene
He goes to the reservation drinks and gets mean
He drove the desert, fired his rifle in the sky
And says, "God if I have to die you will have to die"
Well, Cowboy Dan's a major player in the cowboy scene
He goes the the reservation drinks and gets mean
I didn't move to the city, the city moved to me
And I want out desperately
Can't do it, not even if sober
Can't get that engine turned over

[Girlystevedave]

"From the forest itself, comes the handle for the axe."

Chop 'Em Down
~Matisyahu

[BROWNINGS CHILDE]

psychosocial. basically cuz when you hear the song, you have no idea what they're saying. and whne you do read them it's like OOOOOOHHHHHH!

I love this song. I think that it is about a GI that has grown disgusted with his government, and has given all he wants to give for his country. Corey writes such awesome lyrics, and noone ever gives him credit.

[BROWNINGS CHILDE]

Crush by Dave Matthews Band

Crazy, how it, feels tonight.
Crazy, how you, make it all alright love.
You crush me, with the, things you do,
I do, for you, anything too oh.
Sitting, smoking, feeling high.
And in this, moment, ah, it feels so right.

Lovely lady, I am at your feet, oh, God I want you so badly.
And I wonder this could tomorrow be so wondrous as you there sleeping.

Lets go, drive til, the morning comes.
And watch the, sunrise, and fill our souls up.
Well drink some, wine til, we get drunk, yes...

Its crazy, Im thinking, just knowing that the world is round.
Im here Im dancing on the ground.
Am I right side up or upside down, and is this real, or am I dreaming?

Lovely lady, let me drink you, please, I wont spill a, drop no, I promise you.
Lying under this spell you cast on me.
Each moment the more, i, love, you. crush me, come on. oh, yes.

Its crazy Im thinking, just knowing that the world is round.
Im here Im dancing on the ground.
Am I right side up or upside down?
Is this real, oh lord, or am I dreaming?

Lovely lady, I will treat you sweetly, adore you, I mean, you crush me.
Oh its times like these when my faith I feel.
I know, how, i, love, you. come on, come on, baby.

Its crazy, Im thinking just as long as youre around.
Im here Ill be dancing on the ground.
Am I right side up or upside down?
To each other, well be facing.
My love, my love, well beat back the pain weve found.
You know, I mean to tell you all the things Ive been thinking, deep inside my
Friend.
With each moment the more I love you. crush me, come on, baby.

So much you have, given love, that I would give you back again and again.
Oh, the love, many now hold you but please, please, just let me, always