The Random Lyrics Thread!

old man take a look at my life
im a lot like you
i need someone to hold me the whole day through



and ballroom blitz....excellente.

 

Goood,
A: I love Sweet,
B: On the faboulous note of CSNY,

We are star dust,
we are golden.

 

Put your hands down my pants and I'll bet you'll feel nuts. Yes I'm Siskel yes I'm Ebert and your getting two thumbs up

 

Danse macabre 'neath the tilt of the zodiac
Now brighter stars shall reflect on our fate
What sick nativities will be freed when those lights burn black?
The darkside of the mirror always threw our malice back...

 

She was divinity's creature
That kissed in cold mirrors
A Queen of Snow
Far beyond compare
Lips attuned to symmetry
Sought Her everywhere
Dark liqoured eyes
An Arabian nightmare...

 

Now Jimi's gone, he's not alone
His memory still lingers on
Five years, This he said
He's not gone, he's just dead
Me and my best friend

-Jimi Hendrix and Curtis KNight......Jimi sang this song with Curtis 3 years before he died....crazy

 

Don't get strung out
By the way i look
Don't judge a book by it's cover
I'm not much of a man by the light of day
But at night i'm one hell of a lover
I'm just a sweet transvestite from transexual transylvania!!
-rocky horror picture show ))

 

The Gates of Hell lie waiting as you see
There's no price to pay just follow me
I can take your lost soul from the grave
Jesus knows your soul can not be saved

Crucify the so called Lord
He soon shall fall to me
Your souls are damned your God has fell
To slave for me eternally

Hell awaits...

 

The Spirit:
A correspondent breeze that gently moves
With quickening virtue my spirit is yours,
From my own passions to habitual thoughts,
Drink my life to breathe this philosophic song...

 

The story behind the painting I drew is already told
No more tearstains on the pages of my diary
Tired but unable to give up since I`m
Responsible for the lives I saved

The play is done
The curtain`s down

All the tales are told
All the orchids gone
Lost in my own world
Now I care for dead gardens

My song is little worth anymore
Time to lay this weary pen aside

 

hahaha great show!!!

 

karma police
arrest this man
he talks in maths
and buzzes like a fridge
he's like a digital radio

karma police arrest this girl
her hitler hair do
is making me feel ill
and we have crashed her party

 

he will bring orchids for my la-dy
the perfume will be of an excellent style

and apart from that he'll be so kind
and constantly blow your mind

fly, trans love airways
gets you there on time

we are flying at an altitude of 39,000 feet
captain high at your service.....

 

Ohhh big ol jet airliner, don't carry me too far away.
Ohhh big ol jet airliner, cuz its here that I got to stay.
Goodbye to all my friends at home goodbye to people I've trusted
I've got to go out and make my own way. I might get rich I might get busted

 

Say now Mr. officer come charge me all the time
They got me for possesion, but I'll swear that isn't mine
No matter what you do or say
It's bound to come right back this way
And if you want a moment's peace said
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 got to do is sing.

 

I aint gotta lotta money.
All I got is I no no reason no rhyme.
I don't need a lota money.
All I need is you

 

And some man live his life
For profits alone
That very same man
He lives his life all alone
And the road to life
Yes it goes up and down
Doesn't really matter
As long as the music goes on

 

Well this place is old
It feels just like a beat up truck
I turn the engine, but the engine doesn't turn
Well it smells of cheap wine & cigarettes
This place is always such a mess
Sometimes I think I'd like to watch it burn
I'm so alone, and I feel just like somebody else
Man, I ain't changed, but I know I ain't the same
But somewhere here in between the city walls of dyin' dreams
I think her death it must be killin' me

 

I was born with a birthmark of cinders
Debris cast from the stars and Mother
A ring of bright slaughter, I spat in the waters
Of life that ran slick from the stabwounds in Her

Dub Me Lord Abortion, the living dead
The bonesaw on the backseat
On this bitter night of giving head
A sharp rear entry, an exit in red
Lump in the throat, on my come choke
The killing joke worn thin with breath

I grew up on the sluts bastard Father beat blue
Keepsake cunts cut full out easing puberty through

Aah! Nostalgia grows
Now times nine or ten
Within this vice den called a soul
Dying resurrection
I dig deep to come again
The spasm of orgasm on a roll...

I live the slow serrated rape
The bucks fizz of amyl nitrate
Victims force fed thair own face
Tear stains upon the drape
I should compare them
To a warm Summer's day
But to the letter, it is better
To lichen their names to a grave

Counting My years on an abacus strung
With labial rings and heartstrings undone

Dub Me Lord Abortion, the living dead
The bonesaw on the backseat
On this bitter night of giving head
A sharp rear entry, an exit in red
Lump in the throat, on My come choke
The killing joke worn thin with breath

Horrorscopes My diorama
A twelve part (so far) psychodrama
Another chained I mean to harm Her
Inside as well as out
A perverts gasp inside the mask
I'm hard, blow My house of cards
All turn up Death, Her bleeding starts
In brute vermillion parts...

Now I slither through the hairline cracks
In sanity, best watch your back

Possessed with levering Hell's gates wide
Liberating knives to cut Humanity slack

My ambition is to slay anon
A sinner in the hands of a dirty God
Who lets Me prey, a Gilles De Rais
Of light where faith leads truth astray

I slit guts guts and free the moistest facces
Corrupt the corpse and seize the choicest pieces
Her alabaster limbs that dim the lit carnal grin
Vaginal skin to later taste and masturbate within

"My heart was a wardrum beat
By jugular cults in eerie jungle vaults
When number thirteen fell in My lap
Lips and skin like sin, a Venus Mantrap
My appetite whetted, storm crows wheeled
At the blurred edges or reason 'til I was fulfilled
Whors d'oeuvres eaten, I tucked Her into
A grave coffin fit for the Queen of Spades
She went out like the light in My mind
Her face an avalanche of pearl, of ruby wine...
Much was a flux, but the mouth once good for fucks
Came from retirement to prove She had not lost Her touch
I kissed Her viciously, maliciously, religiously
But when has ONE been able TO best seperate the THREE?
I know I'm sick as Dahmer did, but this is what I do
Aah, aah, ahh, I'll let you sleep when I am through..."

The suspect shadow sher they least
Expect My burning grasp to reach

The stranglehold, the opened arms
Seeking sweet meat with no holes barred

Rainbows that My razors wrung
Midst Her screams and seams undone
Sung at the top of punctured lungs
I bite My spiteful tongue
Lest curses spat from primal lairs
Freeze romance where Angels, bare
Are lost to love, bloodloss, despair
I weep, they merely stare...
And stare, and stare, and stare, and stare.

 

and if you hear vague traces of skipping reals of rhyme
to your tambourine in time
its just a ragged clown behind
i wouldnt pay it any mind
its just a shadow, you're seeing, that he's chasing