Acid Bath: Old Skin WE smoke the toenails and hair of the wiseman under a BLACKGOD's thumb we dance like painted puppets we eat the wiseman's eyes she bleeds orgasm in techni-color an ocean of alien mystery for sight that we might see the darkness if we kill the lights fast enough we burn the dry shell, a funeral chant that our eyes can open wide enough the pulse quickens and we dance we eat the brain and pray this celebration of old skin a scattering of dust to the winds as the blossoms fall screaming to consume you I feel every flower that is the earth and sky your cradle so is the way of forever the earth and sky entomb you beatings in cold rooms teeming with simple cruelties hands and head not found
This isn't my final answer but I love The Vandals' Flowers Are Pretty: Children are lovely before they get ugly, and learn to do bad stuff. Flowers are pretty before they get shitty, and rot and turn to dust I heard that life is a wheel and you can't make it stop If you try it'll flatten your head It's a circle of shit we're in the middle of it but soon we'll all be dead Like everybody else that ever lived before, the things you make fall to the floor and nobody knows how hard you tried, it's been that way since the start of time- There was a caveman that did some amazing things but nobody here gives a fuck And in a thousand years they'll feel the same towards all the things you've done [Chorus:] So don't worry what might give you cancer- or stay up nights just wanting answers Its just a crap shoot, but it's mostly crap things start off they're so terrific they'll fuck up it's scientific Entropy, uncertainty won't yield to you Love at first sight on a beautiful night and a feeling so divine gets sucked down the toilet cuz something will spoil it with the good times left behind you Don't try to figure out who's at fault powerful forces abound like a twig on a river in the universe tomorrow you'll probably drown (Chorus) And all the things that matter most disappear, here's a toast to erosion and corrosion, Alzheimer's and pain Don't try to figure out who's at fault there's powerful forces at play and if you lose your legs and have to beg it's really all the same (Chorus) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3JOqJXJ0dDE"]YouTube - The Vandals - Flowers Are Pretty‏
#2 would have to be SCREAM OF THE BUTTERFLY A creature made of sunshine Her eyes were like the sky Rabbit howls like something old as we twitch to her lullaby The scalpel shines in god's sunshine Street lights whisper pain Down here near the poison stream our god has gone insane She smiles like a child with flowers in her hair With blood on her hands into the sun she stares She feels it die, I heard her cry (verse x2) Like the scream of the butterfly Sunshine a house in flames She likes it where she gets it but it's never felt the same Surgery in the house of dissection When your candle burns out I will resurrect you She runs through fields of daisies Yeah it's just a shame that they eat their own babies Who cares cause the air is free When you get there will you kiss the dead for me? There's blood on the moon and the summer is cold There's love in the room but baby that's gettin' old There's blood on my face sittin' on a dead shore A highway of emptiness and I'm gettin' bored There's blood on the moon as we plan our escape The goddess in bloom, handcuffed and raped There's blood in the bathtub, baby, murder the king There's blood on the moon There's blood on just about everything Sunshine a house in flames She likes it where she gets it but it's never felt the same Surgery in the house of dissection When your candle burns out I will resurrect you She runs through fields of daisies Yeah it's just a shame that they eat their own babies Who cares? 'Cause the air is free When you get there will you kiss the dead for me? Something cold is forced inside her A tear spills down her cheek Stillborn songs of a dead dreamer Hymns of the needle freak With sunlight in her hair she smiles like she don't care Her dreams are liquid blue I cut myself again and again to remind myself of you She smiles like a child with flowers in her hair With blood on her hands into the sun she stares She feels it die, I heard her cry (verse x2) Like the scream of the butterfly (x2) I met an angel with a sawed-off shotgun Wanted by the FBI We dropped some acid, killed our parents Then we hit the road Like the scream of the butterfly (x4)
A dragon has come to our village today. We've asked him to leave, but he won't go away. Now he's talked to our king and they worked out a deal. No homes will he burn and no crops will he steal. Now there is but one catch, we dislike it a bunch. Twice a year he invites him a virgin to lunch. Well, we've no other choice, so the deal we'll respect. But we can't help but wonder and pause to reflect. Do virgins taste better than those who are not? Are they salty, or sweeter, more juicy or what? Do you savor them slowly? Gulp them down on the spot? Do virgins taste better than those who are not?
All the words to promises by, the cranberries. I am kinda going through a cranberry faze right now lol.
Well, the clock says it's time to close now I guess I'd better go now I'd really like to stay here all night The cars crawl past all stuffed with eyes Street lights share their hollow glow Your brain seems bruised with numb surprise Still one place to go Still one place to go Let me sleep all night in your soul kitchen Warm my mind near your gentle stove Turn me out and I'll wander baby Stumblin' in the neon groves Well, your fingers weave quick minarets Speak in secret alphabets I light another cigarette Learn to forget, learn to forget Learn to forget, learn to forget Let me sleep all night in your soul kitchen Warm my mind near your gentle stove Turn me out and I'll wander baby Stumblin' in the neon groves Well the clock says it's time to close now I know I have to go now I really want to stay here All night, all night, all night
Woodstock - Joni Mitchell I came upon a child of God He was walking along the road And I asked him where are you going And this he told me I'm going on down to Yasgur's farm I'm going to join in a rock 'n' roll band I'm going to camp out on the land I'm going to try and get my soul free We are stardust We are golden And we've got to get ourselves Back to the garden Then can I walk beside you? I have come here to lose the smog And I feel to be a cog in something turning. Well maybe it is just the time of year, Or maybe it's the time of man I don't know who I am But you know life is for learning. We are stardust We are golden And we've got to get ourselves Back to the garden. By the time we got to Woodstock We were half a million strong And everywhere there was song and celebration And I dreamed I saw the bombers Riding shotgun in the sky And they were turning into butterflies Above our nation. We are stardust Billion year old carbon We are golden Caught in the devil's bargain And we've got to get ourselves back to the garden.
lol Long lyrics.. you want BOB DYLAN.. They’re selling postcards of the hanging They’re painting the passports brown The beauty parlor is filled with sailors The circus is in town Here comes the blind commissioner They’ve got him in a trance One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker The other is in his pants And the riot squad they’re restless They need somewhere to go As Lady and I look out tonight From Desolation Row Cinderella, she seems so easy “It takes one to know one,” she smiles And puts her hands in her back pockets Bette Davis style And in comes Romeo, he’s moaning “You Belong to Me I Believe” And someone says, “You’re in the wrong place my friend You better leave” And the only sound that’s left After the ambulances go Is Cinderella sweeping up On Desolation Row Now the moon is almost hidden The stars are beginning to hide The fortune-telling lady Has even taken all her things inside All except for Cain and Abel And the hunchback of Notre Dame Everybody is making love Or else expecting rain And the Good Samaritan, he’s dressing He’s getting ready for the show He’s going to the carnival tonight On Desolation Row Now Ophelia, she’s ’neath the window For her I feel so afraid On her twenty-second birthday She already is an old maid To her, death is quite romantic She wears an iron vest Her profession’s her religion Her sin is her lifelessness And though her eyes are fixed upon Noah’s great rainbow She spends her time peeking Into Desolation Row Einstein, disguised as Robin Hood With his memories in a trunk Passed this way an hour ago With his friend, a jealous monk He looked so immaculately frightful As he bummed a cigarette Then he went off sniffing drainpipes And reciting the alphabet Now you would not think to look at him But he was famous long ago For playing the electric violin On Desolation Row Dr. Filth, he keeps his world Inside of a leather cup But all his sexless patients They’re trying to blow it up Now his nurse, some local loser She’s in charge of the cyanide hole And she also keeps the cards that read “Have Mercy on His Soul” They all play on pennywhistles You can hear them blow If you lean your head out far enough From Desolation Row Across the street they’ve nailed the curtains They’re getting ready for the feast The Phantom of the Opera A perfect image of a priest They’re spoonfeeding Casanova To get him to feel more assured Then they’ll kill him with self-confidence After poisoning him with words And the Phantom’s shouting to skinny girls “Get Outa Here If You Don’t Know Casanova is just being punished for going To Desolation Row” Now at midnight all the agents And the superhuman crew Come out and round up everyone That knows more than they do Then they bring them to the factory Where the heart-attack machine Is strapped across their shoulders And then the kerosene Is brought down from the castles By insurance men who go Check to see that nobody is escaping To Desolation Row Praise be to Nero’s Neptune The Titanic sails at dawn And everybody’s shouting “Which Side Are You On?” And Ezra Pound and T. S. Eliot Fighting in the captain’s tower While calypso singers laugh at them And fishermen hold flowers Between the windows of the sea Where lovely mermaids flow And nobody has to think too much About Desolation Row Yes, I received your letter yesterday (About the time the doorknob broke) When you asked how I was doing Was that some kind of joke? All these people that you mention Yes, I know them, they’re quite lame I had to rearrange their faces And give them all another name Right now I can’t read too good Don’t send me no more letters, no Not unless you mail them From Desolation Row Copyright © 1965 by Warner Bros. Inc.; renewed 1993.
