Shutup, just shutup shutup. Shutup, just shutup shutup.

I see what you mean now.
I have always liked 'darker' cynical pessimistic apathetic views....
It is just how I am =]
It is easy to see how other people differ from that, and their tastes sway accordingly.
But possibly what I Love most about Pink Floyd is their live songs...then it isn't about the meaning, or the words and lyrics,
It is simply because it blows my mind. Take 'Shine on you crazy diamond' for example... I couldn't care less what the words are, and haven't even bothered listening to them. I just listen to the sound of it, I love it. I don't know why, and most of my friends don't get it either....but there is something about it.


A bit off topic- Another reason I may love the sound so much is because what I do with it...I would always go to sleep playing the 'Pulse' live disc, and while falling asleep it gave me insane visuals. You know when you are falling asleep, but not quite there yet, and the pseudo-consciousness makes you a bit looney (well-me at least) Well If I listen to this sort of song at the time, it is just...
it is indescribable. So those times are some of my happiest, and I also take that into consideration when I think of just WHY I love the sound so much.

That probably didn't make ANY sense at all!

 

I step toward the mic grinnin'
The lyrical imperial award winnin'
Rhymes like a balloon that got a pin in it
Because my shit be poppin'
Like gin & juice I seduce these ihaps to get
Loose
When I'm droppin'
These rhymes on drums
Like my nigga Def Jef
My style is more unknown than what happens
After death
I come fresh like your breath after you brush
Wack MC's like that orange soda get crushed.


Pharcyde

 

I f'in love that song. I feel badass every time it comes on the radio.

 

You guys familiar with this remix of Runnin' in the Australias?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mKzy2y_VXJc&feature=related

 

I love simple lyrics like Leonard Cohen but I also really appreciate the epicness of Pink Floyd. I think their lyrics are brilliant and I emulate their style often. In my own music I try to mix a little bit of both, the last song I wrote sits well with me. It's sad yet hopeful, and the melody is really sweet and has a nice build. It may be a bit on the dramatic side and too "emo" for some (cough). It's a bit trite but I like it that way. The melody is a huge component in how the lyrics come across, but I'll post them here anyway:

And they snapped off the wings of the downtrodden angels and no one said sorry or prayed
And the people all watched as they broke them to pieces, they half wanted to go but they stayed
The dust was still clearing when out from the wreckage the stony-faced killers emerged
For once all was silent but then the crowd burst into thunderous and earnest applause

Who's watching over now? Your hero took his bow.

The bench in the park is sitting there empty and birds have stopped telling their tales
And there's no bright balloons and congratulations when everyone thinks that he's failed
But still there is waiting round every street corner and in every brick letterbox
A sign that our small lives are not so forsaken, but it seems that we'd rather stay lost.


Love it or hate it, it means a lot to me.

 

Alright--I read that with the melody of like...
A marching band. It was epically loud and flamboyant..and trumpety....and a bit of 'follow the yellow brick road' in there.

Probably not meant to be heard like that =]


I like it though. I've always respected people who can write their own music and have a talent for it,

maybe that is just because I am the worst writer in the history of the world =p

 

A child was born, with no state of mind
Blind to the ways of mankind
God is smiling on you but hes frowning too
Cause only God knows what you go through
You grow in the ghetto, living second rate
And your eyes will sing a song of deep hate
The places you play and where you stay
Looks like one great big alley way
Youll admire all the number book takers
Thugs, pimps, pushers and the big money makers
Driving big cars, spending twenties and tens
And you wanna grow up to be just like them
Smugglers, scrambles, burglars, gamblers
Pickpockets, peddlers and even pan-handlers
You say Im cool, Im no fool
But then you wind up dropping out of high school
Now youre unemployed, all null n void
Walking around like youre pretty boy floyd
Turned stickup kid, look what you done did
Got send up for a eight year bid
Now your man is took and youre a may tag
Spend the next two years as an undercover fag
Being used and abused, and served like hell
Till one day you was find hung dead in a cell
It was plain to see that your life was lost
You was cold and your body swung back and forth
But now your eyes sing the sad sad song
Of how you lived so fast and died so young

 

Haha.

 

http://lyrics.astraweb.com/display/49/dr_octagon_kool_keith..dr_octagonecologyst..biology_101.html

Is H20 a gas or a liquid? (Perhaps concepts could not explain)

Like carbon dioxide, you messin with the chemicals warfare
Different stars in atmosphere
Like Hailey's Comet, computers that'll make you vomit
CHANGE the earth cell saliva runnin in your mouth, gastric juice
More beyond since Mother Goose

Psychology is not applied biology, nor is biology applied chemistry (what's the issue?)

 

and what is so funny

 

What you wanna say,
Wait until you get home.
I'm sick of communicating now over the telephone.
Tell me how you feel,
For I am lonely too
Need you to know
I'm just as cold and numb as you.

But I could fly away,
Or I could be no one.
And you could be the
Sunshine falling over the mountain

You could come to stay
Yes you could come right home
I don't see why I have to
Live this life all alone.

I know there is a way to make up for mistakes
I know what's happening is for a reason.



What You Want.
Artist:John Butler Trio
Album: Sunrise Over Sea

 

Your nose.

 

only when im shooting snot rockets

 

all i can do
pushing it through
into you
deep
deep
deep
deep
deep
deep
deep
deep

...............


i woke up this morning
with a bad hangover
and my penis was missing again
this happens all of the time
my penis is detachable

...........

I'll play your game
A lesson of life: It's not what you want, but what you get
You'll feel it from within as I work my way out
Such a pretty girl, but such a dirty mouth

Now you want it in your ass as I spit in your face
Face down on the floor, holding you by your neck
Do you feel like a wreck?
Well that is life, kiddo
Now shut up and swallow
Shut up and swallow
.......................................

`

 

we try to take it slow but we still losin control and we try to make it work but it still ends up the woorsst

babyyyy im tryna be your laaddyyy i think im goin crraazzaayy


i could have the lyrics a bit wrong

but now you have that song stuck in my head

 

Theres a southern accent, where I come from
The younguns call it country
The yankees call it dumb
I got my own way of talkin
But everything is done, with a southern accent
Where I come from

Now that drunk tank in atlantas
Just a motel room to me
Think I might go work orlando
If them orange groves dont freeze
I got my own way of workin
But everything is run, with a southern accent
Where I come from

For just a minute there I was dreaming
For just a minute it was all so real
For just a minute she was standing there, with me

Theres a dream I keep having
Where my mama comes to me
And kneels down over by the window
And says a prayer for me
I got my own way of prayin
But everyones begun
With a sou thern accent
Where I come from

I got my own way of livin
But everything gets done
With a southern accent
Where I come from

:tongue:

 

Johnny Cash is the MAN!


How many times have you heard someone say
"If I had his money, I could do things my way?"
Little they know that it's so hard to find
One rich man in ten with a satisfied mind.

Once I was winning in fortune and fame
Everything that I dreamed for to get a start in life's game
Suddenly it happened, I lost every dime
But I'm richer by far with a satisfied mind

Money can't buy back your youth when you're old
Or a friend when you're lonely, or a love that's grown cold
The wealthiest person is a pauper at times
Compared to the man with a satisfied mind

When my life is ended, my time has run out
My trials and my loved ones, I'll leave them no doubt
But one thing's for certain, when it comes my time
I'll leave this old world with a satisfied mind
I'll leave this old world with a satisfied mind

 

You have to have a special talent to write worst and more ridiculous lyrics then these methinks...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cuJqB4GTRB4

Kim Mitchell - Patio Lanterns Lyrics
Album:

Send “Patio Lanterns” Ringtone to Your Cell

Our house had the biggest patio
Our house had all the summer shade
We had patio lanterns
I'd spend half the night making lemonade
Which we drank a lot
'cause we were all so shy
Shy and nervous
Who was gonna be
Who would be the first to dance
Who was gonna be
Who would be the first to kiss
Under those patio lanterns
Those patio lanterns
They were the stars in the sky
Those patio lanterns
Lighting up our lives
Those patio lanterns
They were the stars in the sky
Those patio lanterns
Lighting up our lives
Oh those patio lanterns
And i was stuck on Joy
(that was her name)
We didn't talk much
She was a nervous girl
I was a nervous boy
We stuck together like glue on glue
Dancing to an old song
Bobby vinton's blue on blue
Heartache on heartache ,

 

My favorite lyrics...alrigth, but you asked:

Metallica - So what

(originally recorded by the anti-nowhere league)

So fucking what!

Well, Ive been to hastings and Ive been to brighton
Ive been to eastbourne too
So what, so what
And Ive been here, Ive been there
Ive been every fucking where
So what, so what
So what, so what, you boring little ****

Well, who cares, who cares what you do
Yeah, who cares, who cares about you, you, you, you, you

Well, Ive fucked the queen, Ive fucked bach
Ive even sucked an old mans cock
So what, so what
And Ive fucked a sheep, Ive fucked a goat
I rammed my cock right down its throat
So what, so what
So what, so what, you boring little fuck

Well, who cares, who cares what you do
And, who cares, who cares about you, you, you, you, you

And Ive drunk that, Ive drunk this
Ive spewed up on a pint of piss
So what, so what
Ive had scank, Ive had speed
Ive jacked up until I bleed
So what, so what
So what, so what, you boring little ****

Well, who cares, who cares what you do
Yeah, who cares, who cares about you, you, you, you, you, you

A-hahaha!

Yeah!

Ive had crabs, Ive had lice
Ive had the clap and that aint nice
So what, so what
Ive fucked this, Ive fucked that
Ive even fucked a school girls twat
So what, so what
So what, so what, you boring little fuck

Well, who cares, who cares what you do
And, who cares, who cares about you, you, you, you, you, you

So fucking what!
Yeah

 

maybe not the best, but i love the song...


The fly
Of May
It lives
One day.

When that day is done
The MayFly does not complain.
It flies into the setting sun.
It goes back to the place
From which it came

The fly
Of May

Ask how
Ask why
One day
MayFly.
That's all
You get.
You give
No thought
To it.

Me, my life is long
With reasons few like you.
When I go and when I'm gone
I will understand these things
I never knew.

The fly
Of May.

One day one day one day one day
It's long enough
If you really think about it.

The fly
Of May
It lives
One day.