The Random Lyrics Thread!

If you wanna find the truth in life
Dont pass music by
and you know
I would not lie
no I would not lie

 

OH MY GOD, you look like a frog!

 

Like a lobster I can swim
And can grow another limb
Where a powerless stump you saw
I have grown a powerful claw

When you'd thought me safely drowned
In the depths I swim around
Dither when you do descend
With my claw I'll tear you, friend

 

Some say the end is near.
Some say we'll see armageddon soon.
I certainly hope we will.
I sure could use a vacation from this
Bullshit three ring circus sideshow of
Freaks
Here in this hopeless fucking hole we call LA
The only way to fix it is to flush it all away.
Any fucking time. Any fucking day.
Learn to swim, I'll see you down in Arizona bay.


learn to swim, learn to swim, learn to swim, learn to swim.

Cuz I'm praying for rain
And I'm praying for tidal waves
I wanna see the ground give way.
I wanna watch it all go down.

 

Here's a good one. working class hero


John Lennon

As soon as you're born they make you feel small
By giving you no time instead of it all
Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

They hurt you at home and they hit you at school
They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool
Till you're so ------- crazy you can't follow their rules
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

When they've tortured and scared you for twenty odd years
Then they expect you to pick a career
When you can't really function you're so full of fear
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV
And you think you're so clever and classless and free
But you're still ------- peasants as far as I can see
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

There's room at the top they are telling you still
But first you must learn how to smile as you kill
If you want to be like the folks on the hill
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

If you want to be a hero well just follow me
If you want to be a hero well just follow me

​

 

The smile in your eyes
was never so sweet before
came down from the skies
to cry you a song....


Jethro Tull

 

One of the stupidist lyric lines and worst examples of bad English I've ever heard. It's so stupid the Democrats should use it as an anti republican slogan. Something Bush could understand, but would obviously deny! As I never could stand Nancy Sinatra or this song, I never actually listened to the lyrics until I heard a cover of it by (no not jessica Simpson, I can't stand her either) Sarge.

From Nancy Sinatras "These Boot's Are Made For Walkin'"

"You keep lyin' when you oughta be truthin"

 

One of the hardest rocking groups ever! IMO. If you want songs with a message, check them out. (and yes this 56 year old fogey likes Punk Rock too.) "Unacceptable" by Bad Religion

irreducible is the word for today,
plastic compounds and nuclear waste,
what the hell is the matter with the people
on this planet? have all gone insane?
the stigma of industrial progress killing us
over and over again,

one part per trillion...unacceptable,
one part per billion...unacceptable,
one part per million...unacceptable,
this mammoth pogrom set upon courtesy of the U.S.A

inexcusable are the men before our time,
I'd like to kick their ass for what they left behind,
cancer-causing chemicals,
ozone-depleting aerosols,
we're all going to fry,
so put your head between your legs
and kiss your ass goodbye

one part per trillion...unacceptable,
one part per billion...unacceptable,
one part per million...unac-fucking-ceptable,

 

Carbon monoxide
Soon I’ll go to sleep
If I don’t got my socks on right
They slide right off off my feet
As I walk-a, walk-a, walk-a, walk-a, walk-a, walk-a, walk
Walk-a, walk, walk-a, walk, walk-a, walk

Carbon monoxide
As I take you home
The first time I get my socks on right
But I don’t have a gas mask on
As I walk-a, walk-a, walk-a, walk-a, walk-a, walk-a,
walk-a, walk-a, walk-a, walk-a, walk-a
Walk you home
Yeah
I’m so cool, I’m so cool, I’m so cool
Walk-a, walk-a, walk, walk-a, walk-a, walk,
Walk, walk-a, walk-a, walk-a, walk-a
Walk you home
Yeah
I’m so cool, I’m so cool, I’m so cool

Come on daddy x8

Carbon monoxide
Soon we’ll go to sleep
No one will notice we’re gone
Cause we don’t have a job to keep
They’ll just say that we’re being lazy
Sex crazy, sex cra-zazy
They’ll just say we’re living our whole life in bed
And we’ll be in bed but we’ll be oh so very much
Dead-a, dead-a, dead-a, dead-a, dead-a
Dead-a, dead-a, dead-a, dead-a, dead-a
Dead-a, D-dead
Yeah
But we’re so cool, we’re so cool, we’re so cool
Dead-a, dead-a, dead-a, dead-a, dead-a
Dead-a, dead-a, dead-a, dead-a, dead-a
Dead-a, D-dead
Dead
But we’re still cool, we’re still cool, we’re still cool

Come on daddy, come on daddy
Come on, come on, come on daddy
Come on daddy, come on daddy
Come on daddy, come on daddy
Come on daddy, come on daddy
Come on, come on, come on, come on


Carbon Monoxide by Regina Spektor <3

 

Lyrics of my favourute song

Strange as it may be
Sometimes life you know it ain't what it seems
Like going to war to make peace
Sometimes life you know it ain't what it seems

Like the old man out there he lives on the streets
And now he is asking for a dollar off everybody he meets
Never knew he used to be a milloinare on wall street
Sometimes life you know it ain't what it seems

Just like that plane you are late for leaving without you
And now it changes all you plans and puts you in a bad mood
And that plane ends up crashing but at the time man you would not have a clue
That being late could be so good and life is strange and this true

So sometimes life you know it ain't what it seems
Sometimes good presents come in bad wrapping
Strange as it may be
Sometimes bad presents come in good wrapping

Just like our Prime Minister with his new policy
called the RFA he says he wants to save the old trees
You have a look at what he has come up with his business mates and you will see
That the man could not give a shit and some things ain't what they seem

Just like that environmental day sponsored by Shell
So we can all endorse the killing and go straight to hell
It's like Bunnings saying they're supporting your community
While they're chopping it right down and somethings ain't what they seem

Oh I won't forget
Everything you know it's happening, happening for a reason
So there ain't no need, no need in worrying...
Just get your job done.

Strange as it may be
Sometimes life you know it ain't what it seems
Like going to war to make peace
Sometimes life you know it ain't what it seems
Lyrics Directory > The John Butler Trio > Life Ain't What It Seems

 

it doesnt matter when i'm up on the stage...an they adore me,
couse i'm no one an nothing..without her blue blood..

(it's better on the first (YU) language)

 

there are many here among us,who think that life is but a joke.but you and i have been thru that and this is not our fate.very few of us,among a lot you know,realize the weakness of the trends that flow.there will always be nothin and never will be that is quite as strong..so go to a level the sky that you have felt.awareness,in a light so pure,reside there,others must see to know.a stong stream must somehow survive.rot will clear the way.

 

Want somebody to love.
Need somebody to love.
Have somebody to love.
Oh, I'll find somebody love.
Love. Love.
Love.

 

In the plan-oh!
The cock-eyed plan.
God must be a boogie man!

 

More Regina Spektor.... this time the song is 'Braille'

She was lying on the floor and counting stretch marks
she hadn't been a virgin and he hadn't been a god
so she names the baby Elvis
to make up for the royalty he lacked

And from then on it was turpentine and patches
from then on it was cold Campbell's from the can
They were just two jerks playing with matches
Cause that's all they knew how to play

And it was raining cats and dogs out side of her window
And she knew they were destined to become
sacred road kill on the way
And she was listening to the sound of heavens shaking
thinking about puddles, puddles and mistakes

And from then on it was turpentine and patches
from then on it was cold Campbell's from the can
They were just two jerks playing with matches
Cause that's all they knew how to play

Elvis never could carry a tune
she thought about this irony as she stared back at the moon
she was tracing the years with her fingers on her skin
saying why don't I begin again
with turpentine and patches
with cold Campbell's from the can
after all I'm still a jerk playing with matches
it's just that he's not around to play along
I'm still an ass hole playing with matches
Blowing out my wishes blowing out my dreams
Just sitting here and trying to decipher what's written in Braille upon my skin...

 

i was alone i took a ride i didnt know what i would find there...

 

bitches aint shit but hoes and tricks lick on deez nutz and suck a dick


-if you think about that lyric long enough you will see the true philosophical meaning behind it.

 

the women like me im dipped in butter, i'll rob your brother pimp the blood out ya mother

 

I make my living off the evening news
Just give me something-something I can use
People love it when you lose,
They love dirty laundry

Well, I coulda been an actor, but I wound up here
I just have to look good, I dont have to be clear
Come and whisper in my ear
Give us dirty laundry

Kick em when theyre up
Kick em when theyre down
Kick em when theyre up
Kick em when theyre down
Kick em when theyre up
Kick em when theyre down
Kick em when theyre up
Kick em all around

We got the bubble-headed-bleach-blonde who
Comes on at five
She can tell you bout the plane crash with a gleam
In her eye
Its interesting when people die-
Give us dirty laundry

Can we film the operation?
Is the head dead yet?
You know, the boys in the newsroom got a
Running bet
Get the widow on the set!
We need dirty laundry

You dont really need to find out whats going on
You dont really want to know just how far its gone
Just leave well enough alone
Eat your dirty laundry

Kick em when theyre up
Kick em when theyre down
Kick em when theyre up
Kick em when theyre down

Kick em when theyre up
Kick em when theyre down
Kick em when theyre stiff
Kick em all around

Dirty little secrets
Dirty little lies
We got our dirty little fingers in everybodys pie
We love to cut you down to size
We love dirty laundry

We can do the innuendo
We can dance and sing
When its said and done we havent told you a thing
We all know that crap is king
Give us dirty laundry!

 

Just a step cried the sad man
Take a look down at the madman
Theatre kings on silver wings
Fly beyond reason
From the flight of the seagull
Come the spread claws of the eagle
Only fear breaks the silence
As we all kneel pray for guidance

Tread the road cross the abyss
Take a look down at the madness
On the streets of the city
Only spectres still have pity
Patient queues for the gallows
Sing the praises of the hallowed
Our machines feed the furnace
If they take us they will burn us

Will you still know who you are
When you come to who you are

When the flames have their season
Will you hold to your reason
Loaded down with your talons
Can you still keep your balance
Can you live on a knife-edge