Your favorite lyrics of all time...

Gather up the splinters, build a casket for my tears

-Poe

 

Nick Drake - "falling fast and falling free you look to find a friend
falling fast and falling free this could just be the end
falling fast you stoop to touch and kiss the flowers that bend
and your ready now, for the harvest breed."

Iron and Wine - do his hands in your hair
feel a lot like a thing
you believe in
or a bit like a bird
stealing bread out from under your nose?

Devendra Banhart - if my snails cold and comes to a halt
then my sea has my favorite salt
if the salt keeps the sea from feeling sweet
then my toes have my favorite feet

and
its like finding home
in an old folk song
that you've never ever heard
still you know every word
and for sure, you can, sing a long

Bright eyes - does he walk around all day at school
with his feet inside your shoes
looking down every few steps
to pretend he walks with you

and one of my own - the heart breaks
and it breaks with a sound
like two baby birds
that fall to the ground
they fall from their nest
and they fall from their home
but as long as they fall together
they'll never be alone

 

"Hey Man Nice Shot" by Filter

I wish I would've met you
now it's a little late.
what you could've taught me
I could've saved some face
they think that your early ending
was all wrong
for the most part they're right
but look how they all got strong
that's why I say hey man, nice shot
what a good shot man.
a man
has gun
hey man
have fun
nice shot
now that the smoke's gone
and the air is all clear
those who were right there
got a new kind of fear
you'd fight and you were right
but they were just to strong
they'd stick it in your face
and let you smell what they consider wrong.
that's why I say hey man nice, nice shot
what a good shot man.
a man
has gun
hey man
have fun
nice shot,
I wish I would've met you
I wish I would've met you
I'd say
nice shot.

EDIT: Some of my other favorites are "White Rabbit" by Jefferson Airplane and "Dont Worry, Be Happy" by someone who's name I forgot.

 

"looking out the door I see the rain fall upon the funeral mourners
Parading in the wake of sad relations as their shoes fill up with water"
Jeff Buckley - Lover, You Should've Come Over

"It was dark as I drove the point home,
and on cold leather seats
well, it suddenly struck me
I just might die, with a smile on my face after all"
The Smiths - That Joke Isn't Funny Anymore

"For a minute there, I lost myself"
Radiohead - Karma Police...

Most of Jeff Buckley's lyrics are awesome, as are most of Morrisseys for the Smiths.

 

i think his name is Bobby McFerrin ... though i cant spell it. It sounds like- Bobby-Mick-Fair-Un . hahaha ya, okay I'm not much help.

One pill makes you larger,
Another makes you small,
And the ones that mother gives you,
Don't do anything at all.
Go ask Alice,
When she's ten feet tall.

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FEED YOUR HEAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!


thats my favorite parts from dat song... good choice there.

 

The best is definitely "Tombstone Blues" by Bob Dylan...

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

That song is awesome blossom! makes me smile.... Bob Dylan writes great lyrics.

 

NIGHT BY NIGHT - Steely Dan

It's a beggars life, said the Queen of Spain
But don't tell it to a poor man
'Cause he's got to kill for every thrill
The best he can
Everywhere around me
I see jealousy and mayhem
Because no men have all their peace of mind
To carry them

Well I don't really care
If it's wrong or if it's right
But until my ship comes in
I'll live night by night

When the joker tried to tell me
I could cut it in this rube town
When he tried to hang that sign on me
I said Take it down
When the dawn patrol got to tell you twice
They're gonna do it with a shotgun
Yes, I'm cashing in this ten-cent life
For another one

Well I ain't got the heart
To lose another fight
So until my ship comes in
I'll live night by night Well I don't really care
If it's wrong or if it's right
But until my ship comes in
I'll live night by night

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Gotta have my tuppence worth here. The best lyrics were written by my all-time favourite writer - Derek William Dick - a.k.a. Fish (formerly of Marillion).

Anyone want to take a guess as to the relationship between this song and my nickname ? LOL

And here they are :-

Script For A Jester's Tear

So here I am once more in the playground of the broken hearts
One more experience, one more entry in a diary, self-penned
Yet another emotional suicide overdosed on sentiment and pride
Too late to say I love you, too late to re-stage the play
Abandoning the relics in my playground of yesterday
I'm losing on the swings, I'm losing on the roundabouts
I'm losing on the swings, I'm losing on the roundabouts
Too much, too soon, too far to go, too late to play, the game is over
The game is over

So here I am once more in the playground of the broken heart
I'm losing on the swings, losing on the roundabouts, the game is over, over
Yet another emotional suicide overdosed on sentiment and pride
I'm losing on the swings, losing on the roundabouts, the game is over
Too late to say I love you, too late to re-stage the play
The game is over

I act the role in classic style of a martyr carved with twisted smile
To bleed the lyric for this song to write the rites to right my wrongs
An epitaph to a broken dream to exorcise this silent scream
A scream that's borne from sorrow

I never did write that love song, the words just never seemed to flow
Now sad in reflection did I gaze through perfection
And examine the shadows on the other side of the morning
And examine the shadows on the other side of mourning
Promised wedding now a wake

The fool escaped from paradise will look over his shoulder and cry
Sit and chew on daffodils and struggle to answer why?
As you grow up and leave the playground
Where you kissed your prince and found your frog
Remember the jester that showed you tears, the script for tears

So I'll hold our peace forever when you wear your bridal gown
In the silence of my shame the mute that sang the sirens' song
Has gone solo in the game, I've gone solo in the game
But the game is over
Can you still say you love me

 

too many good lyrics to name

heres a damn good tune.
saetia

lost gray pictures of my past stain greener pastures of my future
rememberance and recognition forces me to reconsider
I am seeking to regress and recreating what Ive found
a new beginning torn away
Im spiraling spiraling down
empty hands on the ends of these reaching arms need the touch of something real
year by year we seperate further
we are forgetting how to feel
for at the end of this long rope I hang in wait of fading echos
uncertainty haunts my everything
I look into tomorrow, and I see nothing!
So Tell Me How It Feels To Be Me!
Ive lost so much I cannot recall my identity
I would die for yesterday not caring where I need to go
reshape relationships back into what I used to know
tomorrow is so far and I no longer want to find a replacement for all these pictures that are lost in my mind

 

Words by Robert Hunter; music by Jerry Garcia
Copyright Ice Nine Publishing; used by permission.



LADY WITH A FAN

Let my inspiration flow
in token lines suggesting rhythm
that will not forsake me
till my tale is told and done


While the firelight's aglow
strange shadows in the flames will grow
till things we've never seen
will seem familiar


Shadows of a sailor forming
winds both foul and fair all swarm
down in Carlisle he loved a lady
many years ago


Here beside him stands a man
a soldier by the looks of him
who came through many fights
but lost at love

While the storyteller speaks
a door within the fire creaks
suddenly flies open
and a girl is standing there


Eyes alight with glowing hair
all that fancy paints as fair
she takes her fan and throws it
in the lion's den


"Which of you to gain me, tell
will risk uncertain pains of Hell?
I will not forgive you
if you will not take the chance"


The sailor gave at least a try
the soldier being much too wise
strategy was his strength
and not disaster


The sailor coming out again
the lady fairly lept at him
that's how it stands today
you decide if he was wise


The storyteller makes no choice
soon you will not hear his voice
his job is to shed light
and not to master


Since the end is never told
we pay the teller off in gold
in hopes he will come back
but he cannot be bought or sold


TERRAPIN STATION

Inspiration, move me brightly
light the song with sense and color,
hold away despair
More than this I will not ask
faced with mysteries dark and vast
statements just seem vain at last
some rise, some fall, some climb
to get to Terrapin


Counting stars by candlelight
all are dim but one is bright:
the spiral light of Venus
rising first and shining best,
From the northwest corner
of a brand-new crescent moon
crickets and cicadas sing
a rare and different tune


Terrapin Station
in the shadow of the moon
Terrapin Station
and I know we'll be there soon


Terrapin - I can't figure out
Terrapin - if it's an end or the beginning
Terrapin - but the train's got its brakes on
and the whistle is screaming: TERRAPIN


AT A SIDING

While you were gone
these spaces filled with darkness
The obvious was hidden
With nothing to believe in
the compass always points to Terrapin
The sullen wings of fortune beat like rain
You're back in Terrapin for good or ill again
For good or ill again

 

Simon & Garfunkel's "I Am A Rock"

A winter’s day
In a deep and dark december;
I am alone,
Gazing from my window to the streets below
On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
I’ve built walls,
A fortress deep and mighty,
That none may penetrate.
I have no need of friendship; friendship causes pain.
It’s laughter and it’s loving I disdain.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
Don't talk of love
Though I've heard the word before
It's sleeping in my memory
I won't disturb the slumber of feelings that have died
Had I never loved I never would've cried
I am a rock
I am an island
And a rock feels no pain
And an island never cries

Such a good song...

Also Syd Barrett's "Jugband Blues," his final composition for Pink Floyd before he completely fell into mental illness. Barrett knew he was going mad, as the schizophrenic lyrics show.

It's awfully considerate of you to think of me there
and I'm most obliged to you for making it clear
that I'm not there
and I never knew the room could be so big
and I never knew the room could be so blue
and I'm grateful that you threw away my old shoes
and brought me here instead dressed in red

[Segment of goofy Salvation Army jugband music]

And I'm wandering who could be writing this song
I don't care if the sun don't shine
I don't care if nothing is mine
and I don't care I'm nervous with you
I'll do my loving in the winter
And the sea isn't green
and I love the queen
and what exactly is a dream
and what exactly is a joke

Some other favs are Dylan's "Positively 4th Street," the Beatles' "Come Together," (<- Classic, classic Lennon wordplay) and the Who's "Won't Get Fooled Again."

 

think someone might have mentioned this before but Imagine by John Lennon. my all time favorite song.

Imagine there's no heaven
It's easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today...

Imagine there's no countries
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace...

You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will be as one

Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world...

You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will live as one

 

It's very hard to choose, but i know i like these lyrics for sure:

Ancient - A mad blood scenario

Gaze into my broken eyes where laughter and sorrow collide
Scattered are the pieces which time forgot
See the cracked mirror walls, emerald mist flowing down the halls
Shattered pieces of a forgotten puzzle
feel the shaking of my room, welcome to my most humble tomb
Lay your head upon the crimson velvet pillow
Relax as I tell you a tale when lunacy reigned and madness prevailed
Longnailed fingers run through silken hair
Our poison tongues now dance, wet with entrancing liqueurs
We drown in burning ecstacy but you seek something more than this
Tonight another looking glass will crack
My promises too broken, did you believe what I've spoken
The echoes shall splinter your mind like they did mine
Prepare my darling, for the nocturnal wedding

Gaze into my broken eyes where a deranged love rises
To greet your lovelorn flesh
Hallucinating like undead shamans
You feel the rapturous sting of first death and collapse into lonely arms
Look now with night piercing eyes
Not quite broken but time shall remedy
Lick my blood-soaked lips once more, taste the stain of wondrous insanity
The constant shrieking in your mind drives you crazy
Yes, my darling, I can hear it too
The answers you seek lie in the reflection
Be still, allow the images to caress you
Here everything is upside down
Cackling like undead hyenas, you feel the boggling slap of dementia
And collapse into delighted arms

My little pet, how foolish you become
Yesterday's sweet dedications of love
Are part of an infantile dream fading fast
you raise your vampyric eyes to consume my heart
But sense it's been viciously torn apart
You see, a time will fortunately come when you realize
Our kind cannot stomach "togetherness"
for love is but an arduous game mortals play
So from this day you are mine
To be my immortal concubine

 

"simple man" by lynyrd skynyrd
"across the universe" the beatles
"echoes" pink floyd
"bitch" meredith brooks
"so damn lucky" and "gravedigger" by dave matthews

and shit i got so many more but thats all im gonna put

 

"People are strange,
when you're a stranger,
faces look ugly when you're alone.
women seem wicked,
when you're un-wanted,
streets are un-even when you're down..."
-people are strange by the Doors

 

I second that.... and declare that InTheFlesh is a genius.

 

and i declare (for probably the second or third time on here) that Jim Morrison is a genious!

 

eh, just figured I'd throw in one

" Father, Father, Father, Father!
Father into your hands, I commend my spirit,
Father, into your hands,
Why have you forsaken me,
In your eyes forsaken me,
In your thoughts forsaken me,
In your heart forsaken, me oh!"
-System of a down, Chop Suey

 

"Into The Void" by Black Sabbath

Rocket engines burning fuel so fast
Up into the night sky they blast
Through the universe the engines whine
Could it be the end of man and time
Back on earth the flame of life burns low
Everywhere is misery and woe
Pollution kills the air, the land and sea
Man prepares to meet his destiny

Rocket engines burning fuel so fast
Up into the night sky so vast
Burning metal through the atmosphere
Earth remains in worry, hate and fear
With the hateful battles raging on
rockets flying to the glowing sun
Through the empires of eternal void
Freedom from the final suicide

Freedom fighters sent out to the sun
escape from brainwashed minds and pollution.
Leave the earth to all its sin and hate
find another world where freedom waits.

Past the stars in fields of ancient void
Through the shields of darkness where they find
Love upon a land a world unknown
where the sons of freedom make their home
Leave the earth to Satan and his slaves
leave them to their future in the grave
Make a home where love is there to stay.

 

Ironic by Alanis Morissette
Imagine by John Lennon
What a wonderful world-oh but now i can't remember who is it from!