The Lyrics Thread
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» system_glitch replied on Sat Jan 9, 2010 @ 1:26am |
 Coolness: 163215 | Call you up in the middle of the night
Like a firefly without a light You were there like a blowtorch burning I was a key that could use a little turning So tired that I couldn't even sleep So many secrets I couldn't keep I promised myself I wouldn't weep One more promise I couldn't keep It seems no one can help me now, I'm in too deep; there's no way out This time I have really led myself astray Runaway train, never going back Wrong way on a one-way track Seems like I should be getting somewhere Somehow I'm neither here nor there Can you help me remember how to smile? Make it somehow all seem worthwhile How on earth did I get so jaded? Life's mystery seems so faded I can go where no one else can go I know what no one else knows Here I am just a-drownin' in the rain With a ticket for a runaway train And everything seems cut and dried, Day and night, earth and sky, Somehow I just don't believe it Runaway train, never going back Wrong way on a one-way track Seems like I should be getting somewhere Somehow I'm neither here nor there Bought a ticket for a runaway train Like a madman laughing at the rain A little out of touch, a little insane It's just easier than dealing with the pain Runaway train, never going back Wrong way on a one-way track Seems like I should be getting somewhere Somehow I'm neither here nor there Runaway train, never coming back Runaway train, tearing up the track Runaway train, burning in my veins I run away but it always seems the same |
| I'm feeling the silence of the storm right now.. | |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» FUCKERS replied on Sun Jan 10, 2010 @ 5:58pm |
 Coolness: 90455 | I just lost my job
I just lost my girl Things are getting way out of hand But my living room is like quicksand Sucks me down I'll never leave In the ground My cable TV I'm burnt out and lazy Looking, Dwelling, Fuck me! I'm lazy Look at my cat Why can't I live like that All other animals except us do nothing else but eat and shit Yesterday Is not the time Tomorrow Hasn't yet begun Another week Another Month Going, Always, Fuck you I'm lazy I have no faults to fear, I'm down here There's nothing to fear, no changes 'Cause having it all means nothing I am not in beyond great pressure or the reason I see on you Blue day again Trying to reach end A call, the machine, unseen action No act of faith No deed of good Yesterday Is not the time Tomorrow Is it not yet here Another month Another year! |
| I'm feeling pound and pound right now.. | |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Sparklz replied on Sun Jan 10, 2010 @ 7:20pm |
 Coolness: 114110 | Checked the clock when I got home and realized I was alone.
Sat for hours by the window wonderin' where did ya go? Couldn't eat or sleep at all took the pictures off the wall. Paced the place as time moves slow and I'm wondering Where did ya go? Where'd ya go? Where'd ya go? I wanna know! Lit a cigarette I couldn't smoke Wound the clock until it broke. Went to bed then took a shower, stared at TV for an hour. Did the dishes, made the bed. Read a book I never read. Any minute you will show and I'm wondering where did ya go? Where'd ya go? Where'd ya go? I wanna know! I opened the fridge, I opened a beer, played a tape I couldn't hear. Emptiness began to grow and I'm wondering where did ya go? Watched the sun come up from the back stairs. Thought about the last few years. I lost control I screamed, I cried I punched a hole and went inside. Packed my things, called a friend. Wished this emptiness would end. Wrote a note then tore it up, poured the beer into a cup. Sat on the couch, drank it slow, wondering where did ya go? Realized I couldn't stay, I grabbed my things and went away. Where'd you go? Where'd you go? I wanna kno |
| I'm feeling kapow! right now.. | |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» the_worm replied on Mon Jan 11, 2010 @ 2:12pm |
 Coolness: 61770 | Cities burn and fall into the sea.
When all faith is lost you believe in me? When the darkness falls never to be seen again by anyone. When my heart attacks will you stand by me? Will you guide me through the end? All these broken things we leave behind will be the only beauty you will find on this island lost under red November skies. When my heart attacks will you stand by me through the seasons in my head? We just need to build communication so I can feel where you're comin' from. I don't have to hear a word you say to know how it's goin' down. This life'll kill us before we ever get it right. This weight of gravity pushin' on my mind, every heartbeat just a beat in time. This distant star what does it really mean at all? When it all collapses down to the root note, when the sun begins to fade away. I don't have to hear a word you say to know exactly how you're feelin'. Your expression betrays and life's too short run away. Let the sun come up burn us away. What does it mean to a world without an end when the heart won't heal and the body won't pretend. And all these things and all these lies become the weight that finally gets us in the end. When my heart attacks will you stand by me through the seasons in my head? We just need to build communication so I can feel where you're comin' from. Now you can see where I'm comin from, so we can become something else. I don't have to hear a word you say to know how it's goin' down. This life'll kill us before we ever get it right. Your life's too short run away. Let the sun come up burn us away. Update » the_worm wrote on Tue Jan 12, 2010 @ 1:46pm I'm a Cadillac tramp at the end of his road
a swap meet rat who's sitting on gold, yeah baby I'm a guitar gangster without a tune I'm the baseball bat that's waiting to swing Your loan shark friend with the broken knees I'm a penthouse pauper with nothing to do [Chorus:] Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, I'm chasing Nickles and Dimes The rest of the world passes me by Nah, Nah, Nah, Im just wasting my time I'm just sitting here and wondering why? I'm the high rolling creep that's in too deep with the slicked back hair and the silver teeth, yeah baby I'm a vagabond king with a stolen crown I'm a jailhouse poet, a genius, a fool I'm the pimp who lost his cool, yeah baby I've got first class taste in a second class town I'm a loaded gun that pointed at the mirror A drugstore cowboy whose end is near, yeah baby I'm a big time schemer with broken down dreams I'm a derelict rebel without a cause I ain't the cat with the sharpest claws, no baby Cause sometimes life just ain't what it seems. |
| I'm feeling one of a kind right now.. | |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» FUCKERS replied on Tue Jan 12, 2010 @ 9:07pm |
| Coolness: 90455 | Still awake on a winters day
skies are gray and it's cold Smoke signals from my last cigarette Lets me know that it's finally getting old Everybody hates me for the night before The man you saw wasn't me And now there's blood upon the bathroom floor I've got a disease Wait a while all I need is a friend Come on stay a while won't you please understand, understand? I'm fucked up with nothing ahead but the end I know that I'll never get sober And I'm fed up with this miserable life after death I know that I've taken my last breath Memories of how it used to be Painted thick on my walls Cold illusions pumping through my veins Felt them there but I didn't hear them call Washed away all my darkest fears Shoved them down to my soul I keep them aged llike a vintage wine I'm sure they'll come out when they're ready to go |
| I'm feeling pound and pound right now.. | |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» system_glitch replied on Tue Jan 12, 2010 @ 10:08pm |
| Coolness: 163215 | Worlds collide without a sound
And flames arise from frozen ground But nothing can bring back my faith You tried your best, but I'm afraid that it's too late I looked into your eyes For some sign of surprise That I would question all of this That I would stand upon that precipice The look would never come As you just stood there growing numb And your eyes dropped to the ground In search of something I might find profound Like a tide recedes from rocky shores I drew back no matter how much you implored I fail to see the beauty here Everything I loved has disappeared Worlds collide without a sound And flames arise from frozen ground But nothing can bring back my faith You tried your best, but I'm afraid that it's too late I tried I failed to forgive For the life you made me live A confusing ride at best And at its worst it seemed so meaningless If there's a lesson to be learned Some sort of wisdom to be earned It held too great a price It required too great a sacrifice Like a tide recedes from rocky shores I drew back no matter how much you implored I fail to see the beauty here Everything I loved has disappeared Worlds collide without a sound And flames arise from frozen ground But nothing can bring back my faith You tried your best, but I'm afraid that it's too late Worlds collide without a sound And flames arise from frozen ground But nothing can bring back my faith You tried your best, but I'm afraid that it's too late |
| I'm feeling anathema right now.. | |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Daf replied on Wed Jan 13, 2010 @ 1:19pm |
 Coolness: 186070 | i wanna sink the sun
i wanna grab a gun i wanna be with you i wanna be alone i wanna be victorio |
| I'm feeling kiss me, im shitface right now.. | |
| Good [+2]Toggle ReplyLink» Super_J replied on Wed Jan 13, 2010 @ 6:43pm |
 Coolness: 27715 | a close friend of mine just sent me a link to this song and it made me ridiculously happy
David Bowie - Rock N Roll Suicide Time takes a cigarette, puts it in your mouth You pull on your finger, then another finger, then your cigarette The wall-to-wall is calling, it lingers, then you forget Ohhh how how how, you're a rock 'n' roll suicide You're too old to lose it, too young to choose it And the clocks waits so patiently on your song You walk past a cafe but you don't eat when you've lived too long Oh, no, no, no, you're a rock 'n' roll suicide Chev brakes are snarling as you stumble across the road But the day breaks instead so you hurry home Don't let the sun blast your shadow Don't let the milk float ride your mind You're so natural - religiously unkind Oh no love! you're not alone You're watching yourself but you're too unfair You got your head all tangled up but if I could only make you care Oh no love! you're not alone No matter what or who you've been No matter when or where you've seen All the knives seem to lacerate your brain I've had my share, I'll help you with the pain You're not alone Just turn on with me and you're not alone Let's turn on with me and you're not alone (wonderful) Gimme your hands cause you're wonderful (wonderful) Gimme your hands cause you're wonderful (wonderful) Oh gimme your hands. |
| I'm feeling insomniatic right now.. | |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» system_glitch replied on Thu Jan 14, 2010 @ 1:35pm |
| Coolness: 163215 | I'm feeling rough, I'm feeling raw, I'm in the prime of my life.
Let's make some music, make some money, find some models for wives. I'll move to Paris, shoot some heroin, and fuck with the stars. You man the island and the cocaine and the elegant cars. This is our decision, to live fast and die young. We've got the vision, now let's have some fun. Yeah, it's overwhelming, but what else can we do. Get jobs in offices, and wake up for the morning commute. Forget about our mothers and our friends We're fated to pretend I'll miss the playgrounds and the animals and digging up worms I'll miss the comfort of my mother and the weight of the world I'll miss my sister, miss my father, miss my dog and my home Yeah, I'll miss the boredom and the freedom and the time spent alone. There's really nothing, nothing we can do Love must be forgotten, life can always start up anew. The models will have children, we'll get a divorce We'll find some more models, everything must run it's course. We'll choke on our vomit and that will be the end We were fated to pretend |
| I'm feeling anathema right now.. | |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» LeChat replied on Fri Jan 15, 2010 @ 8:18am |
 Coolness: 116250 | My lungs feel like a fish out of water. I'm not going to explain myself again. Now they all resent me for taking what don't belong to me I fucked up before but this time I think their on to me. Can't say that I'd rather have a friend then an enemy if this is all we now. So hide under your bed and make sure your not seen by the ones that will judge you say what you really mean. I'm loosing all my friends from how I change today. Are you calling em a sinner for the choices I made? In anger hate or jealousy things could have stayed the same we could have buried our loses and gone on alone. But in stead you broke down. Your hanging on to every word or flattery that helps you sleep at night but I don't know I guess this miss means war. When we wake up will we make the same mistakes again? I don't know. |
| I'm feeling brocoliiii :( right now.. | |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» DCRn replied on Mon Jan 18, 2010 @ 1:04pm |
 Coolness: 158950 | Not that it's what I feel but still, I like the song.
Counting on Your Suicide by Zombina and the Skeletones. I well remember when we first met The office party in El Salvador You won my heart with a tequila shot Soon we were swearing we'd never part Baby, I hate you I hate to tell you that I hate you I tell you, I hate you baby 'Cause I'm counting on your suicide I can't be happy while you're still alive And as the minutes crawl slowly by I'm counting on your suicide Out in the desert, the honeymoon Under a blanket we watched the stars And if they weren't so far away and made of burning gas... Then I'd give them all to you I can't understand, someone tell me what happened 'Cause I... I don't love you I must have been drugged for a couple of years 'Cause I... I don't love you Oh, I... I don't care where we've been You never meant that much to me anyway |
| I'm feeling cough right now.. | |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» MolocH replied on Mon Jan 18, 2010 @ 1:06pm |
 Coolness: 226990 | I believe I can see the future
Cause I repeat the same routine I think I used to have a purpose But then again That might have been a dream I think I used to have a voice Now I never make a sound I just do what I've been told I really don't want them to come around Oh, no Every day is exactly the same Every day is exactly the same There is no love here and there is no pain Every day is exactly the same I can feel their eyes are watching In case I lose myself again Sometimes I think I'm happy here Sometimes, yet I still pretend I can't remember how this got started But I can tell you exactly how it will end I'm writing on a little piece of paper I'm hoping someday you might find Well I'll hide it behind something They won't look behind I'm still inside here A little bit comes bleeding through I wish this could have been any other way But I just don't know, I don't know what else I can do... Everyday is exactly the same -NIN |
| I'm feeling ka-tet of one right now.. | |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» the_worm replied on Mon Jan 18, 2010 @ 2:17pm |
| Coolness: 61770 | thought the west was won but
Seems I had just begun to Lose all ideals I once knew Mountains and transmutation Anxious anticipation These sodden skies and burning views Short goals and vain objectives Soon rising seas will take our homes Benchmarks and sure salvation Creation and temptation Black lungs sing virtuous hate songs Antibiotics and disinfectants Germa-phobes for stronger infection Androids on steroids love tabloids And they crave an endless surplus Soon they'll have nothing left to waste Racing from dogma to distrust Soon they will scream "God Save Us" Think about it, think about it The world describes you Think about it, think about it all You should be depressed And no little pill should make any difference People for atto seconds Bow to their idiocracy, media spun reality Nightmares most every shuteye Still they won't see what they have done Still we won't see what they have done Power mad mass corruption Blood money changes everyone Wake each day in panic and distrust Knowing why they all hate us Think about it, think about it The world describes you Think about it, think about it all You should be anxious No little pill (repeat) Will make any difference Children born uncorrupted will see the forest for the trees Then watch us burn it to the ground Update » the_worm wrote on Tue Jan 19, 2010 @ 11:02am I can listen to the records from my younger years
Pacify my bitter ears And revive the dead dinosaurs Me and Jamo rode two buses bound for Rockpile Sure to find a rarity And something to believe But I can't listen to them now Without mourning a small town And the mom and pops I loved Once a missionary man I age into obscurity with them The Ramones are dead You could judge a band by a cover flipping thru the bins Assured enough to take a spin The art and lyrics big enough to see and read Pull the record from it's sleeve Spear the cut hole, arm and speed Plunge the needle, shaking like a drug fiend But I can't listen to them now Without mourning a small town And the mom and pops I loved Once a missionary man I age into obscurity with them The Ramones are dead Now relevant again somehow Reanimated sacred cow But it all seems different now It's far too easy to get anything in demand I'll say it once again The Ramones are dead |
| I'm feeling one of a kind right now.. | |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» MolocH replied on Tue Jan 19, 2010 @ 3:51pm |
| Coolness: 226990 | Counting flowers on the wall,
it don't bother me at all. Playin' solitaire till dawn, With a deck of 51. Smoking cigarettes and watching captain' Kangaroo. Now don't tell me. I've nothing to do.... |
| I'm feeling ka-tet of one right now.. | |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» LeChat replied on Wed Jan 20, 2010 @ 8:59am |
| Coolness: 116250 | Jackknifed, my strife, take it easy, sit outside.
I just died one thousand times yesterday. Lay down. Drown out, drowning in these cries and shouts. Changing so fast that it stays the same. Encryption ensconces this cryptic cliché. If it's not stupid, it's more of the same. I'm too tired to care, we're too busy to think. So let's sit back and laugh and watch the ship sink. The hull and the bow and the smokestacks disappeared And we watched it go down with a streaming Bronx cheer. Thank you dear. I will sleep and get up and eat unaware. But don't forget to forget you forgot me, When I show up at your door I'm gonna remember that you are my friend, And fall asleep on your floor Winter is coming, can you find your coat? Let's go watch the water while the bodies still float. Slit my throat. It's more than a tad overdue. Slit my throat. I can't die in here 'til next June. I breathed, it was smokey. I cried, it was steam. I dreamed that I slept and I actually dreamed. What it is, is a sickness. What it is, is regret. And I might be tired, but I’m not dead yet. So don't forget to forget you forgot me, 'Cause when I show up at your door, I’m gonna remember that you are my friend And fall asleep on your floor. Winter is coming, can you find your coat? Let's go watch the water while the bodies still float. Slit my throat. It's more than a tad overdue. Slit my throat. I can't die in here 'til next June. I breathed, it was smokey. I cried, it was steam. I dreamed that I slept and I actually dreamed. What it is, is a sickness. What it is, is regret. And I might be tired, but I’m not dead yet. Don't forget to forget you forgot me, When I show up at your door, I’m gonna remember that you are my friend And fall asleep on your floor. I’m gonna remember that you are my friend And fall asleep on your floor. |
| I'm feeling exhausted =( right now.. | |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» WhiteLight replied on Wed Jan 20, 2010 @ 3:20pm |
 Coolness: 51095 | Marky got with Sharon
Sharon got Shareese She was sharin' Sharon's outlook on the topic of disease Mikey had a facial scar Bobby was a racist They were all in love with dyin' They were doin' it in Texas Tommy played piano like a kid out in the rain Then he lost his leg in Dallas, he was dancin' with a train They were all in love with dyin' They were drinking from a fountain That was pourin' like an avalanche comin' down the mountain. I don't mind the sun sometimes The images it shows I can taste you on my lips and smell you in my clothes Cinnamon and sugary and softly spoken lies You never know just how to look through other people's eyes. Some will die in hot pursuit in firey auto crashes Some will die in hot pursuit while sifting through my ashes Some will fall in love with life and drink it from a fountain That is pouring like an avalanche comin' down the mountain. I don't mind the sun sometimes The images it shows I can taste you on my lips and smell you in my clothes Cinnamon and sugary and softly spoken lies You never know just how you look through other people's eyes. Another Mikey took a knife while arguing in traffic Flipper died a natural death he caught a nasty virus Then there was the ever present football-player rapist They were all in love with dyin' They were doin' it in Texas Holly caught a bullet, but it only hit his leg Well, it should have been a better shot and got him in the head They were all in love with dyin' They were drinkin' from a fountain That was pourin' like an avalanche comin' down the mountain I don't mind the sun sometimes The images it shows I can taste you on my lips and smell you in my clothes Cinnamon and sugary and softly spoken lies You never know just how you look through other people's eyes. |
| I'm feeling the bass right now.. | |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» DCRn replied on Wed Jan 20, 2010 @ 8:03pm |
| Coolness: 158950 | Man, this thread is getting depressing.
Here's one that's light-hearted and totally me. Reverend Horton Heat's "Drinkin' and Smokin' Cigarettes" I been drinkin' and smokin' cigarettes. I been lookin' for a woman I have not met. I have not found her yet. Til' I do it's a sure fire bet. I'll be drinkin' and smokin' cigarettes! I been winkin' at a woman by the name of Annette. Shes as easy, as easy as women get. But we don't have no regret. She's a gal that can do so let... Me keep drinkin' and smokin' cigarettes! *Chorus* Lucky strike filters every night n' day. A shot of Jack Black an' I'm ready to play. I know it ain't healthy but it's quite alright. Til' I find a woman better than Lucky Strikes. Yeah I been thinkin' that I got no reason to fret. And I'm certain that my life ain't over yet. I'll slow down someday you bet. With my pole an' fishin' net. I'll quit drinkin' and smokin' cigarettes. *Solo/Chorus* I been drinkin' and smokin' cigarettes. I been lookin' for a woman I have not met. I have not found her yet. Til' I do it's a sure fire bet. I'll be drinkin' and smokin' cigarettes! |
| I'm feeling cough right now.. | |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» InnFekchun replied on Thu Jan 21, 2010 @ 5:02pm |
 Coolness: 84940 | 1994-Les Cowboys Fringants <3
J'avais pas mal poché mes deux derniers semestres Si on exclue le cours de randonnée pédestre Mince consollation entre mes abandons et mes autres échecs J'me disais qu'j'étais loin de décrocher mon DEC. Cette année terminé le camp de vancances J'avais dit aux copains de prendre leur distance Plus question de niaiser il fallait travailler et être à mon affaire J'parlais même vaguement de devenir notaire. Mais le côté studieux et les bonnes intentions, S'effondraient à vue d'oeil à force de tentations Car l'appel invitant du salon étudiant et des parties de cartes, L'emportaient bien souvent sur Platon et Descartes. Pour ne pas couler il fallait jouer de ruse, Les travaux en retard toujours la bonne excuse Même prêt à payer un obscure bollé pour qu'il mette mon nom En haut de son travail c'est dire si j'étais con. Octobre arrivé on fumait des cigarettes Achetées à l'unité s'prenant pour des poètes Le vent dans les cheveux un sourire niaiseux un cartable sur la nuque On r'gardait les filles pendant leur cours d'éduc. Lorsqu'il nous prenait des envies fainéantes, Le local puant d'la radio étudiante, Devenait le repaire parmis tous nos confrères fumeurs de bats, Des gentils pouilleux en sciences humaines pas d'math. J'ai souvenir de ce prof un peu baba cool, Qui jasait avec nous en nous battant au pool, Il me parlait de la vie et du bonheur aussi de faire ce que l'on veut J'pense qu'il voyait surtout que je n'étais pas sérieux. Car l'élève modèle était vite redevenu, La mascotte du cégep et le roi des pognes cul Et si je restais là malgré mon profil bas c'était pour une raison Qui était une jolie fille aux cheveux blonds. C'est vrai qu'elle était belle elle s'appellait Manon, J'l'avais embrassée au party de mi-session, Mais la réalité celle qui fait dégriser vient parfois nous frapper, À coups d'poings sur la gueule par son ex de 7 pieds. C'est le lendemain de ce revers cruel, Qu'on me mis à la porte le cul sur une pelle Et que le directeur me dit avec humeur avant que je m'en aille, Qu'il valait surement mieux me trouver du travail. Ce noeu papillon que j'devais enfiller Dans ce buffet chinois qui m'avait engagé, Me faisait regretter tout le bon temps passé à flâner au cegep, Quand on jouait au trou d'cul en écoutant led zep Quand on jouait au trou d'cul en écoutant.. |
| I'm feeling magik call right now.. | |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» DCRn replied on Fri Jan 22, 2010 @ 5:39pm |
| Coolness: 158950 | Zombina and the Skeletones' Staci Stasis
You're in suspended animation, In a tank on a space station Somewhere out there Your skin glowing with radiation but I'm growing impatient Oh yeah, oh yeah In space, 'cause space is what you needed and thats why you retreated up through the sky. Your face is frozen in confusion as paranoid delusions flash behind your eyes. And I'll probably never see you again And I'll probably never see you again Staci Stasis If you stay this way forever we will never be together Staci Stasis Taking samples of your tissue but I just wanna kiss you oh oh oh I've waited for hours and hours and hours I've waited for days and days and days I've waited for weeks and weeks and weeks 'Cause i've waited for you I've waited for months (hour and hours and hours) I wait for years (days and days and days) I wait forever (weeks and weeks and weeks) Because I'm waiting for you & i've waited for Staci Stasis If you stay this way forever we will never be together oh oh Staci Stasis taking samples of your tissue but I just wanna kiss you oh oh oh And I'll probably never see you again Staci Stasis Staci Stasis |
| I'm feeling cough right now.. | |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» PonChalice replied on Mon Jan 25, 2010 @ 4:01pm |
 Coolness: 76970 | hi.
i just wrote a folk song for the rave dot ca mathive. and it goes a little something like this: chocolate = invention noodle = invention chowder = invention chocolate noodle chowder = discovery! |
| I'm feeling guard pony right now.. | |
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