The Random Lyrics Thread!

Discussion in 'The Whiners' started by rhasta.penguin, Jan 4, 2005.

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  1. Ash_Freakstreet

    Ash_Freakstreet Hmm.... GROOVY!

    She wanted nothing... and I delivered.
     
  2. Orsino2

    Orsino2 Hip Forums Supporter HipForums Supporter

    A fake jamaican took every last dime with a scam
     
  3. Karmic1

    Karmic1 Member

    I caught you knockin'
    at my cellar door
    I love you, baby,
    can I have some more
    Ooh, ooh, the damage done.

    I hit the city and
    I lost my band
    I watched the needle
    take another man
    Gone, gone, the damage done.

    I sing the song
    because I love the man
    I know that some
    of you don't understand
    Milk-blood
    to keep from running out.

    I've seen the needle
    and the damage done
    A little part of it in everyone
    But every junkie's
    like a settin' sun.
     
  4. Karmic1

    Karmic1 Member

    Smoke two joints in da mournin, smoke two joints at night,
    smoke two joints in de afternoon and it makes me feel alright...
     
  5. Orsino2

    Orsino2 Hip Forums Supporter HipForums Supporter

    There's an art to the laughter, there's a science, you need a lot of love and compliance, you need a lot of love and compliance, welcome to the freakshow, here we go, it's just another freakshow, here we go...
     
  6. London Mod

    London Mod Member

    Isn't it strange how people change, I never liked you anyway
     
  7. Orsino2

    Orsino2 Hip Forums Supporter HipForums Supporter

    With my mind on my money and my money on my mind.
     
  8. sugarmaggie

    sugarmaggie ~Green Eyed Devil~

    Doesn't mean that much to me to mean that much to you.
     
  9. Orsino2

    Orsino2 Hip Forums Supporter HipForums Supporter

    Don't let it bring you down, it's only castles burning.
     
  10. sugarmaggie

    sugarmaggie ~Green Eyed Devil~

    Squeeze me baby, till the juice runs down my leg :)
     
  11. greenpeople

    greenpeople Member

    ~jessica, jessica siiiiimpson, you got it all wrong....:D
     
  12. Orsino2

    Orsino2 Hip Forums Supporter HipForums Supporter

    Girls' faces formed the forward path from phony jealousy, to memorizing politics of ancient history, flung down by corpse evangelists, unthought of, though, somehow. Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now...

    :) My Back Pages - Bob Dylan
     
  13. acetonephish

    acetonephish lickage

    Let the president answer our high anarchy
    Strap him with a AK-47, let him go fight his own war
    Let him impress daddy that way
    No more blood for oil, we got our own battles to fight on our own soil
    No more psychological warfare to trick us to thinking that we ain’t loyal
    If we don’t serve our own country, we’re patronizing our hero
    Look in his eyes, its all lies
     
  14. Orsino2

    Orsino2 Hip Forums Supporter HipForums Supporter

    "I'm listening to Neil Young, I gotta turn up the sound
    Someone's always yellin', 'Turn him down'
    Feel like I'm driftin', driftin' from scene to scene
    I'm wondering what in the devil could it all possibly mean." - Bob Dylan, Highlands.
     
  15. sleepy_ashes

    sleepy_ashes Member

    But that one guy on the train all talkin' to himself
    SHIT, he was talking to me
    He said "In school they taught me a prayer
    for money, for crap jobs I ride til' I die
    And a prayer for my people, The broken-hearted and Lonely."

    "Friend of the Friendless" - World Inferno Friendship Society
     
  16. rhasta.penguin

    rhasta.penguin No more hippy...ugh

    she says she wants to be a sociologist, but she better first get checked by a neurologist...
     
  17. flowerchild89

    flowerchild89 Member

    Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night
    Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall.
    She sees the bartender in a pool of blood,
    Cries out, "My God, they killed them all!"
    Here comes the story of the Hurricane,
    The man the authorities came to blame
    For somethin' that he never done.
    Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
    The champion of the world.

    Three bodies lyin' there does Patty see
    And another man named Bello, movin' around mysteriously.
    "I didn't do it," he says, and he throws up his hands
    "I was only robbin' the register, I hope you understand.
    I saw them leavin'," he says, and he stops
    "One of us had better call up the cops."
    And so Patty calls the cops
    And they arrive on the scene with their red lights flashin'
    In the hot New Jersey night.

    Meanwhile, far away in another part of town
    Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are drivin' around.
    Number one contender for the middleweight crown
    Had no idea what kinda shit was about to go down
    When a cop pulled him over to the side of the road
    Just like the time before and the time before that.
    In Paterson that's just the way things go.
    If you're black you might as well not show up on the street
    'Less you wanna draw the heat.

    Alfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the cops.
    Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out prowlin' around
    He said, "I saw two men runnin' out, they looked like middleweights
    They jumped into a white car with out-of-state plates."
    And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her head.
    Cop said, "Wait a minute, boys, this one's not dead"
    So they took him to the infirmary
    And though this man could hardly see
    They told him that he could identify the guilty men.

    Four in the mornin' and they haul Rubin in,
    Take him to the hospital and they bring him upstairs.
    The wounded man looks up through his one dyin' eye
    Says, "Wha'd you bring him in here for? He ain't the guy!"
    Yes, here's the story of the Hurricane,
    The man the authorities came to blame
    For somethin' that he never done.
    Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
    The champion of the world.

    Four months later, the ghettos are in flame,
    Rubin's in South America, fightin' for his name
    While Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery game
    And the cops are puttin' the screws to him, lookin' for somebody to blame.
    "Remember that murder that happened in a bar?"
    "Remember you said you saw the getaway car?"
    "You think you'd like to play ball with the law?"
    "Think it might-a been that fighter that you saw runnin' that night?"
    "Don't forget that you are white."

    Arthur Dexter Bradley said, "I'm really not sure."
    Cops said, "A poor boy like you could use a break
    We got you for the motel job and we're talkin' to your friend Bello
    Now you don't wanta have to go back to jail, be a nice fellow.
    You'll be doin' society a favor.
    That sonofabitch is brave and gettin' braver.
    We want to put his ass in stir
    We want to pin this triple murder on him
    He ain't no Gentleman Jim."

    Rubin could take a man out with just one punch
    But he never did like to talk about it all that much.
    It's my work, he'd say, and I do it for pay
    And when it's over I'd just as soon go on my way
    Up to some paradise
    Where the trout streams flow and the air is nice
    And ride a horse along a trail.
    But then they took him to the jailhouse
    Where they try to turn a man into a mouse.

    All of Rubin's cards were marked in advance
    The trial was a pig-circus, he never had a chance.
    The judge made Rubin's witnesses drunkards from the slums
    To the white folks who watched he was a revolutionary bum
    And to the black folks he was just a crazy ******.
    No one doubted that he pulled the trigger.
    And though they could not produce the gun,
    The D.A. said he was the one who did the deed
    And the all-white jury agreed.

    Rubin Carter was falsely tried.
    The crime was murder "one," guess who testified?
    Bello and Bradley and they both baldly lied
    And the newspapers, they all went along for the ride.
    How can the life of such a man
    Be in the palm of some fool's hand?
    To see him obviously framed
    Couldn't help but make me feel ashamed to live in a land
    Where justice is a game.

    Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties
    Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise
    While Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten-foot cell
    An innocent man in a living hell.
    That's the story of the Hurricane,
    But it won't be over till they clear his name
    And give him back the time he's done.
    Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
    The champion of the world.

    --Hurricane

    It's long, but you need to know the story. Another amazing song by Bob Dylan.
     
  18. Orsino2

    Orsino2 Hip Forums Supporter HipForums Supporter

    I can tell you what matters in life becomes so much clearer when you're staring through that rear view mirror...
     
  19. greenpeople

    greenpeople Member

    girl you´ll be a woman soon, please come take my hand girl you´ll you´ll be a woman soon
     
  20. Orsino2

    Orsino2 Hip Forums Supporter HipForums Supporter

    Tell me why you wanna be so cold
    why you wanna be so mean
    you've gone and let your true colors show
    you're a perpetual blues machine
     
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