The Random Lyrics Thread!

The sun always shines on tv...

 

What a glorious feeling i'm ha! - happy again

 

poor otis dead and gone
left me here to sing his song
pretty little girl with a red dress on
poor otis dead and gone

 

load your head
blow it up
feeling good baby

 

Flava-Flave and I-C-E
once said something that made me
want to burn my liquor store down to the ground.
But I just can't leave the pad, cuz I'll surely wind up dead,
'cuz i know there out there out there waiting and watching for me.
Still I got my yellow cat and my wooden baseball bat
and my shiny silver gat and if my homie got my back then I got
All that I need, look at all the love we've found.


Sublimeeeee

 

it all started late on a saturday night
said who’s got the spliffs and who’s got the pint
look out the window said to my surprise
here comes the man in blue and his flashing lights
he said now
“you know your party’s fuckin’ over with
because ya
smokin’ joints and your rollin’ spliffs
now tell me
whatcha think i ought to think of this
say wantcha
pull out your sack i say or you will be missed
say now mr.officer come charge me all the time
you got me for possession but i swear that it’s not mine
no matter what you do or say
it’s bound to come right back this way
and if you want a moment’s please say
this is what you’ll say c’mon an’
let’s get this party started
until the break of dawn an’
let’s keep this party movin’
until there’s no one home an’
let’s get this party started
until the break of dawn an’
let’s keep this party movin’
all you’ve got to do is sing
can’t take the pressure for long
all they wanna do is rock ‘til after 2
getting’ high then they singin’ this song
snap another b and drink another brew
said they
can’t take the pressure for long
all i wanna do is rock ‘til after 2
getting’ high then they singin’ this song
snap another b then drink another brew
c’mon

 

Stoopid =D

 

Slightly even

 

Just a table standing empty,
by the edge of the sea,
means Farewell Angelina,
the sky is trembling,
and I must flee.

-Farewell Angelina by Bob Dylan... Only.. I have the Joan Baez version in my head.

 

Maggie comes fleet foot
face full of black soot
Talkin' that the heat put
Plants in the bed but
The phone's tapped anyway
Maggie says that many say
They must bust in early May
Orders from the D. A.

Look out kid
Don't matter what you did

 

^ yeaaaaaah bobby

As I remember your eyes
Were bluer than robin's eggs
My poetry was lousy you said
Where are you calling from?
A booth in the midwest
Ten years ago
I bought you some cufflinks
You brought me something
We both know what memories can bring
They bring diamonds and rust

Diamonds and Rust

joan baez

 

All around the water tank, waiting for a train
A thousand miles away from home, sleeping in the rain
I walked up to a brakeman just to give him a line of talk
He said "If you got money, boy, I'll see that you don't walk
I haven't got a nickel, not a penny can I show
"Get off, get off, you railroad bum" and slammed the boxcar door

He put me off in Texas, a state I dearly love
The wide open spaces all around me, the moon and the stars up above
Nobody seems to want me, or lend me a helping hand
I'm on my way from Frisco, going back to Dixieland
My pocket book is empty and my heart is full of pain
I'm a thousand miles away from home just waiting for a train

 

The white ducks fly on past the sun,
Their wings flash silver at the moon.
While waters rush down the mountain tongue
My organ plays a circus tune.
I dance to the wonder of your feet
And sing to the joy of your knees.
The cold white dress on the mountain breast
Paints the frozen trees.

The maple plants patterns in the sky
It leaves to kiss the wind
While scores of glittering bugs and flies
Dance polkas on her limbs.
I whistle symphonies of your face
And laugh for your hair so fine.
In startled greens of playground grass
A child jumps rope to rhyme.

Reeds and brass, the marching drums
Make a joyous sound
Trees bend low with nuts and plums
Then fall to find the ground.
I hunger for your porpoise mouth
And stand erect for love.
The sun burns up the winter sky
And all the earth is love.

 

The sweet pretty things are in bed now of course
The city fathers they're trying to endorse
The reincarnation of Paul Revere's horse
But the town has no need to be nervous

The ghost of Belle Starr she hands down her wits
To Jezebel the nun she violently knits
A bald wig for Jack the Ripper who sits
At the head of the chamber of commerce

Mama's in the fact'ry
She ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley
He's lookin' for the fuse
I'm in the streets
With the tombstone blues

The hysterical bride in the penny arcade
Screaming she moans, "I've just been made"
Then sends out for the doctor who pulls down the shade
Says, "My advice is to not let the boys in"

Now the medicine man comes and he shuffles inside
He walks with a swagger and he says to the bride
"Stop all this weeping, swallow your pride
You will not die, it's not poison"

Mama's in the fact'ry
She ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley
He's lookin' for the fuse
I'm in the streets
With the tombstone blues

Well, John the Baptist after torturing a thief
Looks up at his hero the Commander-in-Chief
Saying, "Tell me great hero, but please make it brief
Is there a hole for me to get sick in?"

The Commander-in-Chief answers him while chasing a fly
Saying, "Death to all those who would whimper and cry"
And dropping a bar bell he points to the sky
Saving, "The sun's not yellow it's chicken"

Mama's in the fact'ry
She ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley
He's lookin' for the fuse
I'm in the streets
With the tombstone blues

The king of the Philistines his soldiers to save
Puts jawbones on their tombstones and flatters their graves
Puts the pied pipers in prison and fattens the slaves
Then sends them out to the jungle

Gypsy Davey with a blowtorch he burns out their camps
With his faithful slave Pedro behind him he tramps
With a fantastic collection of stamps
To win friends and influence his uncle

Mama's in the fact'ry
She ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley
He's lookin' for the fuse
I'm in the streets
With the tombstone blues

The geometry of innocent flesh on the bone
Causes Galileo's math book to get thrown
At Delilah who sits worthlessly alone
But the tears on her cheeks are from laughter

Now I wish I could give Brother Bill his great thrill
I would set him in chains at the top of the hill
Then send out for some pillars and Cecil B. DeMille
He could die happily ever after

Mama's in the fact'ry
She ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley
He's lookin' for the fuse
I'm in the streets
With the tombstone blues

Where Ma Raney and Beethoven once unwrapped their bed roll
Tuba players now rehearse around the flagpole
And the National Bank at a profit sells road maps for the soul
To the old folks home and the college

Now I wish I could write you a melody so plain
That could hold you dear lady from going insane
That could ease you and cool you and cease the pain
Of your useless and pointless knowledge

Mama's in the fact'ry
She ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley
He's lookin' for the fuse
I'm in the streets
With the tombstone blues

 

Cos I got too much life running through my veins to go to waste....

Robbie Williams - Feel

 

She's got a ticket to ri-hide...she's got a ticket to ri-hi-hi-hide...she's got a ticket to ride...but she don't care!

 

I had a small friend,
Who had a fat friend
Who had a big friend
Who gave birth to many friends
With our flashlights to the sky
We waited for them to land.
I got two tall friends
Who know my small friend
Who seem to have a problem with you
They got roman candles
Bottle rockets for the vandals
Who covered our lockers in glue

 

Haha, this is so great! Fantastic music as well, but hilarious lyrics too: Sleep - Dopesmoker.

‘Drop out of life with bong in hand
Follow the smoke to the riff-filled land
Drop out of life with bong in hand
Follow the smoke to the riff-filled land…

Proceeds the Weedian – Nazareth
Proceeds the Weedian – Nazareth

Creedsmen roll out across the dying dawn
Sacred Israel, Holy Mt. Zion
Sun beams down on to the Sandsean reigns
Caravan migrates through deep sandscape
Lungsmen unearth the creed of Hasheeshian Lebanon

Desert legion smoke covenant is complete
Herb bails retied on to backs of beasts
Stoner caravan emerge from sandsea
Earthling inserts to chalice the green cutchie
Groundation soul finds thrust upon smoking hose
Assemble creedsmen rises prayer-filled smoke Golgotha

Judgement soon come to Mankind
Green herbsmen serve rightful king
Hemp seed caravan carries
Rides out believer with the spliff aflame
Marijuanaut escapes earth to cultivate
Grow room is church temple of the new stoner breed
Chants loud robed priest down on to the freedom seed
Burnt offering redeems – completes smoked deliverance
Caravans’ stoned deliverants
The caravan holds to eastern creed
Now smokes believer
The Chronicle of the Sinsemillian

Drop out of life with bong in hand
Follow the smoke to the riff-filled land
Drop out of life with bong in hand
Follow the smoke… Jerusalem.’

 

one of my favorites:


Are you ready, Steve? Aha.
Andy? Yeah! Mick? OK.
Alright, fellas, let's go!

Oh it's been getting so hard
Livin' with the things you do to me, aha
Oh my dreams are getting so strange
I'd like to tell you everything I see
Oh, I see a man at the back
As a matter of fact his eyes are red as the sun
And a girl in the corner let no one ignore her
'Cause she thinks she's the passionate one

Oh, yeah, it was like lightning, everybody was frightening
And the music was soothing, and they all started grooving

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
And the man at the back said
Everyone attack and it turned into a ballroom blitz
And the girl in the corner said
Boy, I wanna warn ya, it'll turn into a ballroom blitz
Ballroom blitz, ballroom blitz, ballroom blitz
Ballroom blitz

I'm reaching out for something
Touching nothing's all I ever do
Oh, I softly call you over
When you appear there's nothing left of you, aha
Now the man in the back
Is ready to crack as he raises his hands to the sky
And the girl in the corner is ev'ryone's mourner
She could kill you with a wink of her eye

Oh yeah, it was electric, so frightfully hectic
And the band started leaving, 'cause they all stopped breathing

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
And the man at the back said
Everyone attack and it turned into a ballroom blitz
And the girl in the corner said
Boy, I wanna warn ya, it'll turn into a ballroom blitz
Ballroom blitz, ballroom blitz, ballroom blitz
Ballroom blitz

Oh yeah, it was like lightning, everybody was frightening
And the music was soothing, and they all started grooving

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
And the man at the back said
Everyone attack and it turned into a ballroom blitz
And the girl in the corner said
Boy, I wanna warn ya, it'll turn into a ballroom blitz
Ballroom blitz, ballroom blitz, ballroom blitz
Ballroom blitz

It's it's a ballroom blitz, it's it's a ballroom blitz
It's it's a ballroom blitz, yeah, it's a ballroom blitz

 

I believe the chorus to Tombstone blues goes
Mamas in the factory she aint got no shoes
dad is in the alley looking for food
I am in the kitchen with the Tombstone blues

at least thats what it is on my copy, he does change things up live.




A cigerette, rests between her lips but I'm staring at her tits its the wrong way.
Strong if I can but I am only a man so I take her to the can its the wrong way.