The Random Lyrics Thread!

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Paul simon pwns all

The boy's got brains
He just don't use 'em that's all
The boy's got brains
He just refuse to use 'em and that's all
He said "The more I got to thinkin
The less I tend to laugh"
The boy's got brains
He just abstains

The boy's got a heart
But it beats on the opposite side
It's a strange phenomenon
The laws of nature defied
He said "Its a chance I had to take
So I shifted my heart for its safety sake"
The boy's got a heart but it beats on
His opposite side

Oh, Marion,
I think I'm in trouble here
I should have believed you
When I heard you saying it
The only time
That love is an easy game
Is when two other people
Are playing it

The boy's got a voice
But the voice is his natural disguise
Yes the boy's got a voice
But his words don't connect to his eyes
He says "Oh, but when I sing
I can hear the truth auditioning".
The boy's got a voice
But the voice is natural

 

I was sitting here
In a preppy shirt
And you and my best friend and you came over to me and said
And said ... said hey jerk
I've got this good thing going here
I thought that I would share with you
It's a real neat thing to examine
Everybody's doing it and I thought that we should follow the trend
But I'm afraid.
What'll my parents say
Now I know no need to explain that's okay
You get your clothes full of holes
You spray-paint your hair, and then you become a punkkk...
I'm a punk rocker
I'm...I'm a punk rocker
My attitude ... is fuck you
I want to go home
My mind must be
Be washed with bleach
I feel safer alone
I'm a punk rocker
But I'm afraid
What'll my parents say
Now I know no need to explain that's okay
You get your clothes full of holes
You spray-paint you hair, and then you become a punkkk...
I'm a punk rocker
I'm...I'm a punk rocker
But I'm afraid
What'll my parents say
I want to go home
My mind must be
Be washed in bleach
I feel safer alone

 

Many's the time I've been mistaken
And many times confused
Yes, and I've often felt forsaken
And certainly misused
Oh, but I'm alright, I'm alright
I'm just weary to my bones
Still, you don't expect to be
Bright and bon vivant
So far a-way from home, so far away from home

And I don't know a soul who's not been battered
I don't have a friend who feels at ease
I don't know a dream that's not been shattered
or driven to its knees
but it's alright, it's alright
for we lived so well so long
Still, when I think of the
road we're traveling on
I wonder what's gone wrong
I can't help it, I wonder what has gone wrong

And I dreamed I was dying
I dreamed that my soul rose unexpectedly
And looking back down at me
Smiled reassuringly
And I dreamed I was flying
And high up above my eyes could clearly see
The Statue of Liberty
Sailing away to sea
And I dreamed I was flying

We come on the ship they call the Mayflower
We come on the ship that sailed the moon
We come in the a-ge's most uncertain hours
and sing an American tune
Oh, and it's alright, it's alright, it's alright
You can't be forever blessed
Still, tomorrow's going to be another working day
And I'm trying to get some rest
That's all I'm trying to get some rest

 

situations get fucked, turned around, sooner or later.
i could be, another fool, an exception, to the rules. You tell me, the morning after...

 

The Boy in the Bubble Lyrics

It was a slow day
And the sun was beating
On the soldiers by the side of the road
There was a bright light
A shattering of shop windows
The bomb in the baby carriage
Was wired to the radio
These are the days of miracle and wonder
This is the long distance call
The way the camera follows us in slo-mo
The way we look to us all
The way we look to a distant constellation
That's dying in a corner of the sky
These are the days of miracle and wonder
And don't cry baby, don't cry
Don't cry

It was a dry wind
And it swept across the desert
And it curled into the circle of re-birth
And the dead sand
Falling on the children
The mothers and the fathers
And the automatic earth
These are the days of miracle and wonder
This is the long distance call
The way the camera follows us in slo-mo
The way we look to us all
The way we look to a distant constellation
That's dying in a corner of the sky
These are the days of miracle and wonder
And don't cry baby, don't cry
Don't cry

It's a turn-around jump shot
It's everybody jump start
It's every generation throws a hero up the pop charts
Medicine is magical and magical is art, think of
The Boy in the Bubble
And the baby with the babbling heart

And I believe
These are the days of lasers in the jungle
Lasers in the jungle somewhere
Staccato signals of constant information
A loose affiliation of millionaires
And billionaires and baby
These are the days of miracle and wonder
This is the long distance call
The way the camera follows us in slo-mo
The way we look to us all
The way we look to a distant constellation
That's dying in a corner of the sky
These are the days of miracle and wonder
And don't cry baby, don't cry
Don't cry

 

I’m just a curbside prophet
with my hand in my pocket
and I’m waiting for my rocket to come
I’m just a curbside prophet
with my hand in my pocket
and I’m waiting for my rocket, ya'll

y’see it started way back in nyc
when i stole my first rhyme from the m.i.c.
at a west end avenue at 63
the beginning of a leap year, february, ’96
with a guitar picked up in the mix
i committed to the licks like a nickel bag of tricks
well look at me now
look at me now
look at me now, now, now, now

i'm just a curbside prophet
with my hand in my pocket
and i'm waiting for my rocket to come
i'm just a curbside prophet
with my hand in my pocket
and i'm waiting for my rocket, ya'll

well you’re never gonna guess
where i’ve been been been
and i have no regrets
that i bet my whole checking account
because it all amounts to nothing up in the end

well you can only count on the road again
we’ll soon be on the radio dial
and i been payin close attention to the willie nelson style
like a band of gypsies on the highway while
i’m one man pushin’ on the california skyline drive
up the coast I brag and I boast
i ’m pickin up my pace and makin time like space ghost
raising a toast to the highway patrol with the most
put my cruise control's on coast
cuz i'm tourin' around the nation on extended vacation see
I got Elsa the dog who exceeds my limitation
i say, "i like your style, crazy pound pup!
you need a ride? [*woof*]
well come on, girl, hop in the truck!"

i'm just a curbside prophet
with my hand in my pocket
and i'm waiting for my rocket to come
i'm just a curbside prophet
with my hand in my pocket
and i'm waiting for my rocket, ya'll
i'm just a curbside prophet
with my hand in my pocket
and i'm waiting for my rocket to come on
i'm just a curbside prophet
with my hand in my pocket
and i'm waiting for my rocket, ya'll

see i'm a down home brother, redneck undercover
with my guitar here
i'm ready to play
and i'm s a sucker for a filly
got a natural ability I'm geared to freestyle
look at my flexibility
dangerous at the mike
my ghetto hat's cocked right
the ladies say, "yo, that kid is crazy"
the backstage betties taking more than they can get
they say, "what's up with m-r-a-z?"

hey, hey, something's different in my world today
well they changed my traffic sign to a brighter yellow
hey, hey, something's different in my world today
they changed my traffic sign to a brighter yellow
i'm just a curbside prophet
curbside prophet now
curbside prophet now
curbside
come on, now
curbside prohet
waiting for my rocket to come...

 

Barbara is a bird, Barbara is girl, Barabara reminds me of a jewel, Fallen from a crown, sinking in some mud.... oh yeah, arghhhh

 

the death of emmett till - bob dylan

Twas down in Mississippi no so long ago,
When a young boy from Chicago town stepped through a Southern door.
This boys dreadful tragedy I can still remember well,
The color of his skin was black and his name was Emmett Till.

Some men they dragged him to a barn and there they beat him up.
They said they had a reason, but I can't remember what.
They tortured him and did some evil things too evil to repeat.
There was screaming sounds inside the barn, there was laughing sounds out on the street.

Then they rolled his body down a gulf amidst a bloody red rain
And they threw him in the waters wide to cease his screaming pain.
The reason that they killed him there, and I'm sure it ain't no lie,
Was just for the fun of killin' him and to watch him slowly die.

And then to stop the United States of yelling for a trial,
Two brothers they confessed that they had killed poor Emmett Till.
But on the jury there were men who helped the brothers commit this awful crime,
And so this trial was a mockery, but nobody seemed to mind.

I saw the morning papers but I could not bear to see
The smiling brothers walkin' down the courthouse stairs.
For the jury found them innocent and the brothers they went free,
While Emmetts body floats the foam of a Jim Crow southern sea.

If you cant speak out against this kind of thing, a crime thats so unjust,
Your eyes are filled with dead men's dirt, your mind is filled with dust.
Your arms and legs they must be in shackles and chains, and your blood it must refuse to flow,
For you let this human race fall down so God-awful low!

This song is just a reminder to remind your fellow man
That this kind of thing still lives today in that ghost-robed Ku Klux Klan.
But if all of us folks that thinks alike, if we gave all we could give,
We could make this great land of ours a greater place to live

 

After all the jacks are in their boxes
And the clowns have all gone to bed
You can hear happiness staggering on down the street
Footprints dressed in red
And the wind wispers mary
A broom is drearily sweeping
Up the broken pieces of yesterdays life
Somewhere a queen is weeping
Somewhere a king has no wife
And the wind wispers mary

The traffic lights turn blue tomorrow
And shine their emptiness down, down on my bed
The tiny island sags downstream
’cause the life that lived is, is dead
And the wind screams mary
And the wind cries mary

Will the wind ever remember
The names it has blown in the past
With it’s crutch, it’s old age, and it’s wisdom
It whispers no, this won’t be the last
And the wind cries mary
And the wind cries mary

 

Manic Depression's touching my soul,
I know what I want,
but I just don't know how to go about getting it.

Feeling, sweet feeling
drops from my finger, fingers
Manic Depression's captured my soul.

Woman so willing the sweet cause in vain,
you make love,
you break love,
it's-a all the same when it's...
when it's over.

Music sweet music,
I wish I could caress, caress, caress.
Manic Depression's a frustrating mess.
Well, I think I'll go turn myself off an' go on down.

Really ain't no use me hanging around.
Oh, I gotta see you.

 

wow this thread is only a couple to a thousand

 

Yours is the cloth, mine is the hand that sews time

 

Well she’s walking through the clouds
With a circus mind that’s running round
Butterflies and zebras
And moonbeams and fairy tales
That’s all she ever thinks about
Riding with the wind.

When I’m sad, she comes to me
With a thousand smiles, she gives to me free
It’s alright she says it’s alright
Take anything you want from me, anything
Anything.

Fly on little wing,
Yeah yeah, yeah, little wing

 

lalala my post counts higher than yours la lala

 

you joined in may..i joined in october, i'm by far the superior lame person.

 

:H and now mine's higher

 

i know its wrong, but i swear it wont, take long
and i know you know it makes me sigh
i do believe, i do believe

Another season, of the same old feelings
another reason to be
tired of aching, the summers what you make it
and i will believe what i want, to believe.

 

she lies and she says she's in love with him....

 

If you wanna hang out, you've gotta take her out: Cocaine
If you wanna get down, get down on the ground: Cocaine

She's alright,
She's alright,
She's alright,
COCAINE

If you got that lose, you wanna kick them blues: Cocaine
When your day is done, and you wanna ride on Cocaine

She's alright,
She's alright,
She's alright,
COCAINE

If your day is gone, and you wanna ride on: Cocaine
Don't forget this fact: You can't get it back: Cocaine

She's alright,
She's alright,
She's alright,
COCAINE
She's alright,
She's alright,
She's alright,
COCAINE - eric clapton FUCK YEAH!!