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Preacher was talking, there's a sermon he gave
He said every man's conscience is vile and depraved
You cannot depend on it to be your guide
When it's you that must keep it satisfied

From Bob Dylan's "Man in the Long Black Coat"
 
Tom Waits - The Piano has Been Drinking.

The piano has been drinking, my necktie is asleep
And the combo went back to New York, the jukebox has to take a leak
And the carpet needs a haircut, and the spotlight looks like a prison break
And the telephone's out of cigarettes, and the balcony is on the make
And the piano has been drinking, the piano has been drinking...

And the menus are all freezing, and the light man's blind in one eye
And he can't see out of the other
And the piano-tuner's got a hearing aid, and he showed up with his mother
And the piano has been drinking, the piano has been drinking
As the bouncer is a Sumo wrestler cream-puff casper milktoast
And the owner is a mental midget with the I.Q. of a fence post
'Cause the piano has been drinking, the piano has been drinking...

And you can't find your waitress with a Geiger counter
And she hates you and your friends and you just can't get served without her
And the box-office is drooling, and the bar stools are on fire
And the newspapers were fooling, and the ash-trays have retired
'Cause the piano has been drinking, the piano has been drinking
The piano has been drinking, not me, not me, not me, not me, not me
 
Pussy - Rammstein

Too big, too small
Size does matter after all
Zu gross, zu klein
Er könnte etwas größer sein
Mercedes Benz, und Autobahn
Alleine in das Ausland fahren
Reise, Reise, Fahrvergn*gen
Ich will nur Spaß, mich nicht verlieben

Just a little bit, just a little bitch

You’ve got a pussy
I have a dick
So, what’s the problem
Let’s do it quick
So take me now before it’s too late
Life’s too short so I can’t wait
Take me now, oh, don’t you see
I can’t get laid in Germany

Too short, too tall
Doesn’t matter, one size fits all
Zu gross, zu klein
Der Schlagbaum sollte oben sein
Schönes Fräulein, Lust auf mehr
Blitzkrieg mit dem Fleischgewehr
Schnaps im Kopf, du holde Braut
Steck Bratwurst in dein Sauerkraut

Just a little bit, be my little bitch

You’ve got a pussy
I have a dick
So, what’s the problem
Let’s do it quick
So take me now before it’s too late
Life’s too short so I can’t wait
Take me now, oh, don’t you see
I can’t get laid in Germany

Germany!
Germany!

You’ve got a pussy
I have a dick
So, what’s the problem
Let’s do it quick
You’ve got a pussy
I have a dick
So, what’s the problem
Let’s do it quick
You’ve got a pussy
I have a dick
So, what’s the problem
Let’s do it quick
So take me now before it’s too late
Life’s too short so I can’t wait
Take me now, oh, don’t you see
I can’t get laid in Germany
 

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The Adolescents - Kids of the Black Hole

No sound is heard from unit two
When there was once so much to do
Was once a green mansion, but now it's a wasteland
Our days of wreckless fun are through

GO!

Kids in a fast lane living for today
No rules to abide by and no one to obey
Sex, drugs and fun is their only thought and care
Another swig of brew another overnight affair

House of the filthy, house not a home
House of destruction where the lurkers roamed
House that belonged to all the homeless kids
House of the filthy, house not a home
House of destruction where the lurkers roamed
House that belonged to all the homeless kids
Kids of the black hole

Messages and slogans are the primary decor
History's recorded in a clutter on the floor
Inhabitants that searched the grounds for roaches or spare change
Another night of chaos is so easy to arrange

House of the filthy, house not a home
House of destruction where the lurkers roamed
House that belonged to all the homeless kids
House of the filthy, house not a home
House of destruction where the lurkers roamed
House that belonged to all the homeless kids
Kids of the black hole

The nights of birthdays
The nights of fry
The nights of endless drinking
The nights of violence
The nights of noise
The nights that had to end for good, still not understood, by the girls and boys

Carefree in their actions as for morals they had none
When the girls were horny who would be the lucky ones?
Pushing all the limits to a point of no return
Trashed beyond belief to show the kids don't wanna learn

House of the filthy, house not a home
House of destruction where the lurkers roamed
House that belonged to all the homeless kids
House of the filthy, house not a home
House of destruction where the lurkers roamed
House that belonged to all the homeless kids
House of the filthy, house not a home
House of destruction where the lurkers roamed
House that belonged to all the homeless kids
House of the filthy, house not a home
House of destruction where the lurkers roamed
House that belonged to all the homeless kids
Kids of the black hole
 
The me that you know he used to have feelings
But the blood has stopped pumping and he's left to decay
The me that you know is now made up of wires
And even when I'm right with you I'm so far away

I can try to get away but I've strapped myself in
I can try to scratch away the sound in my ears
I can see it killing away all my bad parts
I don't want to listen but it's all too clear

Hiding backwards inside of me i feel so unafraid
Annie, hold a little tighter i might just slip away

The Becoming - Nine Inch Nails


[1] Black
[1] then
[2] white are
[3] all I see
[5] in my infancy.
[8] red and yellow then came to be
[5] reaching out to me.
[3] lets me see.

[13] As below, so above and beyond, I imagine
[8] drawn beyond the lines of reason.
[5] Push the envelope.
[3] Watch it bend.

[2] there is
[1] so
[1] much
[2] more and
[3] beckons me
[5] to look through to these
[8] infinite possibilities.
[13] As below, so above and beyond, I imagine
[8] drawn beyond the lines of reason.
[5] Push the envelope.
[3] Watch it bend.

Lateralus - Tool
 
Well I thought about the army, dad said, 'son you're ****ing high'
Give me my money back, give me my money back, you bitch

Well played, Ben Folds.
 
We're slaves in this medicated cage,
Make a decision to face this change
To rules they don't explain
So why do we obey?

Set Fire To The Hive - Karnivool

I'm gonna send him to outer space,
To find another race.
I'm gonna send him to outer space,
To find another race.

Out Of Space - The Prodigy
 
Transport, motorways and tramlines
Starting and then stopping
Taking off and landing
The emptiest of feelings
Disappointed people clinging on to bottles
And when it comes it's so so disappointing

Let Down by Radiohead

Take me out tonight
Where there's music and there's people
Who are young and alive
Driving in your car
I never never want to go home
Because I haven't got one anymore

Take me out tonight
Because I want to see people
And I want to see life
Driving in your car
Oh please don't drop me home
Because it's not my home, it's their home
And I'm welcome no more

There Is A Light That Never Goes Out by The Smiths
 
2 tablespoons of cinnamon
And 2 or 3 egg whites
A half a stick of butter
Melt it.

Stick it all in a bowl, baby
Stir it with a wooden spoon.
Mix in a cup of flour,
You'll be in Heaven soon.

Say everybody, have you seen my balls?
They're big and salty and brown!
If you ever need 'em quick,
Pick me up
Just stick my balls in your mouth

OOOHH!!

Suck on my chocolate salty balls
Stick 'em in your mouth and suck 'em
Suck on my chocolate salty balls
They're packed full of vitamins and good for you
So suck on my balls!!

Quarter-cup of unsweetened chocolate and a half a cup of brandy
And throw in a bag or two of sugar
And just a pinch of vanilla
Grease up the cookie sheet,
'cause I hate when my balls stick
Then preheat the oven to three-fity and give that spoon a lick!

Say everybody, have you seen my balls?
They're big and salty and brown!
If you ever need 'em quick, pick me up
Just stick my balls in your mouth!

Suck on my chocolate salty balls
Put 'em in your mouth and suck 'em
Suck on my chocolate salty balls
They're packed full of goodness
High in fiber!!
Suck on my balls

Sniff, sniff, sniff.

Hey, wait a minute,
What's that smell?
Smells like somethin' burnin'

Well, that don't bother me none
As long as I get my rent paid on Friday

Baby you better get back in the kitchen
'cause I gotta sneak in suspicion
Oh man, baby, baby
You just burnt my balls!!

HELP ME!!
MY BALLS ON FIRE!!
HELP ME BABY, MY BALLS ARE BURNIN'!!
GET ME SOME WATER!!
POUR SOME WATER ON ME!!
MY BALLS ARE BURNIN'!!
OH MY GOODNESS!!
BLOW ON 'EM, BLOW ON 'EM
DO SOMETHIN'!!

Oooh.

Suck on my chocolate salty balls
Put 'em in your mouth and suck 'em.

THEY ON FIRE BABY!!

Suck on my chocolate salty balls.

BLOW 'EM OUT BABY!!

OH!
SUCK ON MY BALLS, BABY!!!
SUCK ON MY BALLS, BABY!!

SUCK ON MY RED HOT, SALTY, CHOCOLATE BALLS!!!

COME ON BABY!!

WOO!! WOO!!

Suck on my balls!!!!!
 
Time by Pink Floyd

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way

Tired of lying in the sunshine
Staying home to watch the rain
And you are young and life is long
And there is time to kill today
And then one day you find
Ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run
You missed the starting gun

And you run, and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death

Every year is getting shorter
Never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to nought
Or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desparation is the English way
The time is gone
The song is over
Thought I'd something more to say

Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
When I come home cold and tired
It's good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spells
 
Rob Thomas - Someday

You can go, you can start all over again
You could try to find a way to make another day go by
You can hide, hold all your feelings inside
You could try to carry on when all you wanna do is cry

And maybe someday we'll figure all this out
Try to put an end to all our doubt
And try to find a way to make things better now that
Maybe someday we'll live our lives out loud
We'll be better off somehow, someday

Now we wait and try to find another mistake
If you throw it all away then maybe you could change your mind
You can run, oh, and when everything is over and done
You could shine a little light on everything around you
Man, it's good to be someone

And maybe someday we'll figure all this out
Try to put an end to all our doubt
Try to find a way to make things better now that
Maybe someday we'll live our lives out loud
We'll be better off somehow, someday

And I don't wanna wait, I just wanna know
I just wanna hear you tell me so
Give it to me straight, tell it to me slow

'Cause maybe someday we'll figure all this out
We'll put an end to all our doubt
Try to find a way to just feel better now that
Maybe someday we'll live our lives out loud
We'll be better off somehow, someday

'Cause sometimes we don't really notice
Just how good it can get
So maybe we should start all over
Start all over again

'Cause sometimes we don't really notice
Just how good it can get
So maybe we should start all over
Start all over again

 

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Excitable Boy - Warren Zevon

Well, he went down to dinner in his Sunday best
Excitable boy, they all said
And he rubbed the pot roast all over his chest
Excitable boy, they all said
Well, he's just an excitable boy

He took in the four a.m. show at the Clark
Excitable boy, they all said
And he bit the usherette's leg in the dark
Excitable boy, they all said
Well, he's just an excitable boy

He took little Susie to the Junior Prom
Excitable boy, they all said
and he r*ped her and killed her, then he took her home
Excitable boy, they all said
Well, he's just an excitable boy
After ten long years they let him out of the Home
Excitable boy, they all said
And he dug up her grave and built a cage with her bones
Excitable boy, they all said
Well, he's just an excitable boy

One of HST's favourite singer songwriters.
Others of his with great lyrics; Lawyers, Guns and Money, Roland the Headless Thompson Gunner and Mr. Bad Example.
 
Pain of Salvation are responsible for some of my favourite lyrics. The majority of their albums are conceptual, with a lyrical theme running throughout. A couple that spring to mind are:

People Passing By: (song about a homeless war veteran, who lost his family as a result of the war)

http://www.songmeanings.net/songs/view/47556/


A trace of Blood: (young couple who suffer a miscarriage)

http://www.songmeanings.net/songs/view/3530822107858563524/


This Heart of Mine (I’m not one for romantic songs, but these lyrics sum up a relationship very well)

http://www.songmeanings.net/songs/view/3530822107858563525/
 
Superman (Its not easy)

I can’t stand to fly
I’m not that naive
I’m just out to find
The better part of me

I’m more than a bird...i’m more than a plane
More than some pretty face beside a train
It’s not easy to be me

Wish that I could cry
Fall upon my knees
Find a way to lie
About a home I’ll never see

It may sound absurd...but don’t be naive
Even heroes have the right to bleed
I may be disturbed...but won’t you concede
Even heroes have the right to dream
It’s not easy to be me

Up, up and away...away from me
It’s all right...you can all sleep sound tonight
I’m not crazy...or anything...

I can’t stand to fly
I’m not that naive
Men weren’t meant to ride
With clouds between their knees

I’m only a man in a silly red sheet
Digging for kryptonite on this one way street
Only a man in a funny red sheet
Looking for special things inside of me
Inside of me
Inside me
Yeah, inside me
Inside of me

I’m only a man
In a funny red sheet
I’m only a man
Looking for a dream

I’m only a man
In a funny red sheet
And it’s not easy, hmmm, hmmm, hmmm...
 
#9 Dream by John Lennon

So long ago
Was it in a dream, was it just a dream?
I know, yes I know
Seemed so very real, it seemed so real to me

Took a walk down the street
Through the heat whispered trees
I thought I could hear (hear, hear, hear)
Somebody call out my name as it started to rain

Two spirits dancing so strange

Ah! böwakawa poussé, poussé
Ah! böwakawa poussé, poussé
Ah! böwakawa poussé, poussé

Dream, dream away
Magic in the air, was magic in the air?
I believe, yes I believe
More I cannot say, what more can I say?

On a river of sound
Thru the mirror go round, round
I thought I could feel (feel, feel, feel)
Music touching my soul, something warm, sudden cold
The spirit dance was unfolding

Ah! böwakawa poussé, poussé
Ah! böwakawa poussé, poussé
Ah! böwakawa poussé, poussé
 
I rode my bicycle past your window last night
I roller-skated to your door at daylight
It almost seems like you're avoiding me
I'm okay alone but you got something I need

Well, I got a brand new pair of roller skates
You got a brand new key
I think that we should get together
And try them out you see

I been looking around awhile
You got something for me
Oh, I got a brand new pair of roller skates
You got a brand new key

I ride my bike, I roller skate don't drive no car
Don't go too fast but I go pretty far
For somebody who don't drive
I been all around the world
Some people say, I done all right for a girl

Oh, yea, yea, oh, yea, yea, yea
Oh, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea

I asked your mother if you were at home
She said yes but you weren't alone
Oh, sometimes I think that you're avoiding me
I'm okay alone but you got something I need

Well, I got a brand new pair of roller skates
You got a brand new key
I think that we should get together and try them out to see
La la la la la la la la, la la la la la la
Oh, I got a brand new pair of roller skates
You got a brand new key
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Melanie Safka - Some listeners detected innuendo in the lyrics, with the key in its lock thought to be symbolizing having sex, or in phrases such as “I go pretty far” and “I’ve been all around the world”.
Melanie (brilliantly) has acknowledged the possibility of reading sexual innuendo in the song:
“Brand New Key I wrote in about fifteen minutes one night. I thought it was cute; a kind of old thirties’ tune. I guess a key and a lock have always been Freudian symbols, and pretty obvious ones at that.

There was no deep serious expression behind the song, but people read things into it. They made up incredible stories as to what the lyrics said and what the song meant. In some places, it was even banned from the radio. My idea about songs is that once you write them, you have very little say in their life afterward. It’s a lot like having a baby. You conceive a song, deliver it, and then give it as good a start as you can. After that, it’s on its own. People will take it any way they want to take it.”
-Beautifully put.
 
No Eminem in this thread makes in a fail!!

1. Guilty Conscience

[announcer]
Meet Stan, twenty-one years old. ("Give me a kiss!")
After meeting a young girl at a rave party,
things start getting hot and heavy in an upstairs bedroom.
Once again, his conscience comes into play... ("Shit!")

[Eminem]
Now listen to me, while you're kissin her cheek
and smearin her lipstick, I slipped this in her drink
Now all you gotta do is nibble on this little bitch's earlobe..
(Yo! This girl's only fifteen years old
You shouldn't take advantage of her, that's not fair)
Yo, look at her bush.. does it got hair? (Uh huh!)
**** this bitch right here on the spot bare
Til she passes out and she forgot how she got there
(Man, ain't you ever seen that one movie _Kids_?)
No, but I seen the porno with SunDoobiest!
(Shit, you wanna get hauled off to jail?)
Man **** that, hit that shit raw dawg and bail..

2. Superman

They call me Superman,
Leap tall hoes in a single bound,
I'm single now,
Got no ring on this finger now,
I'll never let another chick bring me down,
In a relationship, save it bitch, babysit? you make me sick,
Superman aint savin shit, girl you can jump on shady's dick,
Straight from the hip, cut to the chase,
I'll tell a mo'****in **** to her face,
Play no games, say no names, ever since I broke up with what's her face,
I'm a different man, kiss my ass, kiss my lips, bitch why ask?
Kiss my dick, hit my cash, i'd rather have you whip my ass,
Don't put out? i'll put you out,
Won't get out? i'll push you out,
Puss blew out, copin shit,
Wouldn't piss on fire to put you out,
Am I too nice? buy you ice,
Bitch if you died, wouldn't buy you life,
What you tryin to be, my new wife?
What you Mariah? fly through twice,
But I do know one thing though,
Bitches they come, they go,
Saturday through sunday monday,
Monday through sunday yo,
Maybe i'll love you one day,
Maybe we'll someday grow,
Till then just sit your drunk ass on that ****in runway hoe...

Those are my two faves...
 
So you found a girl who thinks really deep thoughts. What's so amazing about really deep thoughts? Boy, you'd best pray that I bleed real soon -- How's that thought for you? - tori amos
had a girl say this to me , scared the shit out of me, til i found out she was just re sprouting some rangas lyrics , bitch ! , didnt stop me from marrying her tho hahahah
 

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