Post your favorite song lyrics!

[elperromagico]

I'll go with "Beware of Darkness" by George Harrison, which seems to fit the times rather well.

Watch out now, take care
Beware of falling swingers
Dropping all around you
The pain that often mingles
In your fingertips
Beware of darkness

Watch out now, take care
Beware of the thoughts that linger
Winding up inside your head
The hopelessness around you
In the dead of night

Beware of sadness
It can hit you
It can hurt you
Make you sore and what is more
That is not what you are here for

Watch out now, take care
Beware of softshoe shufflers
Dancing down the sidewalks
As each unconscious sufferer
Wanders aimlessly
Beware of Maya

Watch out now, take care
Beware of greedy leaders
They take you where you should not go
While Weeping Atlas Cedars
They just want to grow, grow and grow
Beware of darkness (beware of darkness)

[MrScorpio]

1. Voodoo Child (Slight Return) Jimi Hendrix

Well, I stand up next to a mountain
And I chop it down with the edge of my hand
Yeah
Well, I stand up next to a mountain
And I chop it down with the edge of my hand
Well, I pick up all the pieces and make an island
Might even raise a little sand
Yeah
’cause I’m a voodoo child
Lord knows I’m a voodoo child baby
I want to say one more last thing
I didn’t mean to take up all your sweet time
I’ll give it right back to ya one of these days
Hahaha
I said I didn’t mean to take up all your sweet time
I’ll give it right back one of these days
Oh yeah
If I don’t meet you no more in this world then uh
I’ll meet ya on the next one
And don’t be late
Don’t be late
’cause I’m a voodoo child voodoo child
Lord knows I’m a voodoo child
Hey hey hey
I’m a voodoo child baby
I don’t take no for an answer
Question no
Yeah

[LastKnight]

3. good lyrics...

...even better guitar playing :headbang:

-LK

[TOhioLiberal]

2. Getting in the spirit of this....

May I present:

Rock Me Amadeus - (original german/english version)


Ooo rock me Amadeus
Rock me Amadeus...
Rock rock rock rock me Amadeus
Rock me all the time to the top

Er war ein Punker
Und er lebte in der großen Stadt
Es war Wien, war Vienna
Wo er alles tat
Er hatte Schulden denn er trank
Doch ihn liebten alle Frauen
Und jede rief:
Come on and rock me Amadeus

Amadeus Amadeus, Amadeus
Amadeus Amadeus, Amadeus
Amadeus Amadeus, oh oh oh Amadeus

Er war Superstar
Er war populär
Er war so exaltiert
Because er hatte Flair
Er war ein Virtuose
War ein Rockidol
Und alles rief:
Come on and rock me Amadeus

Amadeus Amadeus, Amadeus
Amadeus Amadeus, Amadeus
Amadeus Amadeus, oh oh oh Amadeus

Come on and rock me Amadeus
Amadeus Amadeus, Amadeus
Amadeus Amadeus, Amadeus
Amadeus Amadeus, oh oh oh Amadeus

Es war um 1780
Und es war in Wien
No plastic money anymore
Die Banken gegen ihn
Woher die Schulden kamen
War wohl jedermann bekannt
Er war ein Mann der Frauen
Frauen liebten seinen Punk

Amadeus Amadeus, Amadeus
Amadeus Amadeus, Amadeus
Amadeus Amadeus, oh oh oh Amadeus

Come and rock me Amadeus....

Baby baby do it to me rock me
Baby baby do it to me rock me
Baby baby do it to me rock me
Ja ja ja
Baby baby do it to me rock me
Baby baby do it to me rock me
Baby baby do it to me rock me

Amadeus Amadeus, Amadeus
Amadeus Amadeus, Amadeus
Amadeus Amadeus, oh oh oh Amadeus...

Can't understand most of it; but LOVE that song!
Trekkerlass

[Forkboy]

4. Jello Biafra w/NoMeansNo

The Myth Is Real - Let's Eat!

In san francisco you can be mayor at 18
But ya gotta be 26 to drive a cab

What goes on
Is not what we're told to see

Patrick henry said "Give me liberty or death"
A the time he owned 65 slaves

The myth is real - Let's eat

Fake patriots say you can't burn the flag
But guess who whines the most
'bout having to pay taxes
To their country

Decay
Decline
Cover up
Refine
Dow Jones
Where's home
When everything we lean on
Is up for sale

Ad lady purrs, "Drink our liquor, you'll get laid"
Next billboard says, "Don't drink and drive"

What goes on is not what we're told to see

Panic! Panic! War on drugs
But you can buy beer at gas stations

The myth is real - let's eat

Pagan priests first used perfume
To mask the smell of burning flesh
Back in ancient Rome
The statues were unscrewed
Leaders change - just replace the heads

Decay
Decline
Cover up
Refine
We are
In life
Roulette wheel
Or the ball inside

Anyone out there stopped to think
What our lives might be like today
If Karl Marx was as good a salesman
As Walt Disney

The bacon brought
You home to cook
The lobster lets
Itself get boiled
Looks too hard to climb
Out of the pot with all the crabs
Fear the unknown
Who taught you that?

One hundred million trees a year
Get made into junk mail no one reads
What goes on is not what we're told to see

Half of all americans don't read books
I'm one of them, but you're reading this

The myth is real - let's eat

General Robert E. Lee
Freed his slaves before Grant freed his
Brian Willson's legs
Severed by a train
The crew sues him for stress

Levis were once made of hemp
From the marijuana plant
One acre makes four times more paper
Than an acre of trees

More protein than soy beans
Threat to logging companies
Du Pont and tobacco barons
Got it banned in '37

The world is made of connections
So many sheep in wolf's clothing
Scary times are never dull
How long before our empire falls?

No one wants the Pentagon
Toilets for six hundred bucks
Japanese spend twice as much
On pinball as defense

Meanwhile concerned citizens
In Albany, Oregon
Try to ban a book
'Cos it makes fun of Santa Claus

We're told 80% of people like the President in the polls
While only 15% believe he's in control
And 64% of lowans surveyed
Want to be reincarnated as themselves

Wowee...

[BigMcLargehuge]

12. GREAT SONG

the best one on "The Sky is Falling and I want my Mommy" :)

I love That's Progress from Jello and DOA's "Last Scream of the Missing Neighbors"


Gimme an M!
M!
Gimme an A!
A!
Gimme a U!
U!
Gimme an L!
L!
Gimme your money!
Sure!
What's that spell?
MAUL!
What's that spell?
SHOPPING MAUL!

'scuse me pardon my greed
you're evicted, time to leave don't matter if your family's lived here 30 years

we're tripling the rent
time's up, the sheriff's here too bad for you if you freeze out in the street

the croissant and cookie palace downstairs will symbolize the old neighborhood whose soul has slowly died been gentrified

that's progress that's progress doesn't progress make you feel good inside?

cameras catch you runnin' red lights
schoolrooms with no windows
computer picks your carreer at age 15
universal price code i.d.'s
with the stripe the laser reads and records where you've been, when you're sick and what you eat

for every spy in government there's 50 private eyes
who round up dirt on you to keep on file then sell the file

Oh no, not again...

progress don't make me feel so good inside

you can't live here we won't hire you we know all the nasty things you do
bought a dossier on your whole life clear back to the pranks you did in school at age 5

there's millions on file
at the touch of a button
your boss or your landlord
will love our choice cuts of gossip
if it's lies, what can you do?
'cos it costs too much to sue
the last person who'll ever see your file is you

had enough, i moved back home to the mountains where i belong but ski resorts have tamed the wild west

the hills we used to roam now they're privately owned and scarred with cheezy suburbs and cement

the `tracts for sale' sign promises `deer in your back yard' if the deer somehow get past the fences and guards and the industrial `park'

that's progress
that's progress
looks like i'll have to move to yellowknife
progress-bleah!
your idea of progress wrecks too many lives

[Forkboy]

24. Hard to pick just one Jello song

his lyrics are always great.Everything on the Jello/DOA album would qualify.

"Embrace the Red White and Blue Reich!"

[BigMcLargehuge]

25. he had one cover on that record

We gotta get out of this place.

Otherwise, yes, everything he's ever written qualifies as great lyrics :)

[carols]

5. Leonard Cohen - The Future

Although all his lyrics are exquisite, this is like *'s theme song, I think:

Leonard Cohen THE FUTURE lyrics
Give me back my broken night
my mirrored room, my secret life
it's lonely here,
there's no one left to torture
Give me absolute control
over every living soul
And lie beside me, baby,
that's an order!

Give me crack and anal sex
Take the only tree that's left
and stuff it up the hole
in your culture
Give me back the Berlin wall
give me Stalin and St Paul
I've seen the future, brother:
it is murder.

Things are going to slide, slide in all directions
Won't be nothing
Nothing you can measure anymore
The blizzard, the blizzard of the world
has crossed the threshold
and it has overturned
the order of the soul
When they said REPENT REPENT
I wonder what they meant
When they said REPENT REPENT
I wonder what they meant
When they said REPENT REPENT
I wonder what they meant.

You don't know me from the wind
you never will, you never did
I'm the little jew
who wrote the Bible
I've seen the nations rise and fall
I've heard their stories, heard them all
but love's the only engine of survival
Your servant here, he has been told
to say it clear, to say it cold:
It's over, it ain't going
any further
And now the wheels of heaven stop
you feel the devil's riding crop
Get ready for the future:
it is murder.

Things are going to slide ...

There'll be the breaking of the ancient
western code
Your private life will suddenly explode
There'll be phantoms
There'll be fires on the road
and the white man dancing
You'll see a woman
hanging upside down
her features covered by her fallen gown
and all the lousy little poets
coming round
tryin' to sound like Charlie Manson
and the white man dancin'.

Give me back the Berlin wall
Give me Stalin and St Paul
Give me Christ
or give me Hiroshima
Destroy another fetus now
We don't like children anyhow
I've seen the future, baby:
it is murder.

Things are going to slide ...

When they said REPENT REPENT ...

[UrbScotty]

6. The Beatles' "Hey Jude"

And anytime you feel the pain, Hey Jude, refrain
Don't carry the world upon your shoulders

...

So let it out and let it in, Hey Juse, begin,
You're waiti ng for someone to perform with
And don't you know that it's just you, Hey Jude, you'll do,
The movement you need is on your shoulders.

[MrSlayer]

7. Slayer - Angel of Death

ANGEL OF DEATH

Auschwitz, The Meaning Of Pain
The Way That I Want You To Die
Slow Death, Immense Decay
Showers That Cleanse You Of Your Life
Forced In
Like Cattle
You Run
Stripped Of
Your Life's Worth
Human Mice, For The Angel Of Death
Four Hundred Thousand More To Die
Angel Of Death
Monarch To The Kingdom Of The Dead
Sadistic, Surgeon Of Demise
Sadist Of The Noblest Blood

Destroying, Without Mercy
To Benefit The Aryan Race

Surgery, With No Anesthesia
Feel The Knife Pierce You Intensely
Inferior, No Use To Mankind
Strapped Down Screaming Out To Die
Angel Of Death
Monarch To The Kingdom Of The Dead
Infamous Butcher,
Angel Of Death

Pumped With Fluid, Inside Your Brain
Pressure In Your Skull Begins Pushing
Through Your Eyes
Burning Flesh, Drips Away
Test Of Heat Burns Your Skin,
Your Mind Starts To Boil
Frigid Cold, Cracks Your Limbs
How Long Can You Last
In This Frozen Water Burial
Sewn Together, Joining Heads
Just A Matter Of Time
'Til You Rip Yourselves Apart
Millions Laid Out In Their
Crowded Tombs
Sickening Ways To Achieve
The Holocaust
Seas Of Blood, Bury Life
Smell Your Death As It Burns
Deep Inside Of You
Abacinate, Eyes That Bleed
Praying For The End Of
Your Wide Awake Nightmare
Wings Of Pain, Reach Out For You
His Face Of Death Staring Down,
Your Blood Running Cold
Injecting Cells, Dying Eyes
Feeding On The Screams Of
The Mutants He's Creating
Pathetic, Harmless Victims
Left To Die
Rancid Angel Of Death
Flying Free




An apt documentary of Nazi psycho Dr. Josef Mengele.

[ajacobson]

8. Call of the West, Wall of Voodoo

He got the high sign so he jumped a bus
And along the roads that wind on through
The hot mojave and the jericho / he'd start his whole life anew
And what he'd left behind he hadn't valued
Half as much as some things he never knew
He got dropped off on a street in town
Where a grey old man looked him up and down and said,
"son this ain't no western movie matinee
And you're a long way off from yippee yi yay
'cause i can tell at a glance you're not from 'round these parts.
Got a green look about ya, and that's a gringo for starts
Sometimes the only things a western savage understands
Are whiskey and rifles and an unarmed man like you."

And then the old-timer pulled him close and said,
"you've come a long way, i know, you got a longer drive ahead
Through the bones of a buffalo, through the claims of the western dead
And just like the spokes of a wheel you'll spin 'round with the rest,
You'll hear the drums and the brush of steel,
You'll hear the call of the west." / call of the west
You'll hear the call of the west / call of the west

Harshly awakened by the sound of six rounds of light
Caliber rifle fire followed minutes later by the booming of nine rounds
From a heavier rifle, but you can't close off the wilderness. he heard
The snick of a rifle bolt and found himself staring down the muzzle of a
Weapon held by a drunken liquor store owner. "there's a conflict," he
Said. "there's a conflict between land and people...the people have to
Go. they've come all the way out here to make mining claims, to do
Automobile body work, to gamble, to take pictures, to not have to do
Laundry, to own a mini-bike, to have their own cb radios and air
Conditioning, good plumbing for sure, and to sell time/life books and to
Work in a deli, to have some chili every morning and maybe...maybe to own
Their own gas stations again and to take drugs and have some crazy sex,
But above all, above all to have a fair shake, to get a piece of the rock
And a slice of the pie and to spit out the window of your car and not
Have the wind blow it back in your face."

[Wolfman 11]

9. I got sewage fruit and its growin out back from roots

and I don't know if they belong to me.

[Cobalt Violet]

10. Fortunate Son

FORTUNATE SON (J.C. Fogerty)

Some folks are born made to wave the flag,
Ooh, they're red, white and blue.
And when the band plays "Hail to the chief",
Ooh, they point the cannon at you, Lord,

It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no senator's son, son.
It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, no,

Yeah!
Some folks are born silver spoon in hand,
Lord, don't they help themselves, oh.
But when the taxman comes to the door,
Lord, the house looks like a rummage sale, yes,

It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no millionaire's son, no.
It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, no.

Some folks inherit star spangled eyes,
Ooh, they send you down to war, Lord,
And when you ask them, "How much should we give?"
Ooh, they only answer More! more! more! yoh,

It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no military son, son.
It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, one.

It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one, no no no,
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate son, no no no,

[neoteric lefty]

11. some Bad Religion

American Jesus

i don't need to be a global citizen
because i'm blessed by nationality
i'm member of a growing populace
we enforce our popularity
there are things that
seem to pull us under
and there are things
that drag us down
but there's a power
and a vital presence
thats lurking all around

we've got the american Jesus
see him on the interstate
we've got the american Jesus
he helped build the
president's estate

i feel sorry
for the earth's population
'cuz so few
live in the U.S.A.
at least the foreigners
can copy our morality
they can visit but they cannot stay
only precious few
can garner the prosperity
it makes us walk
with renewed confidence
we've got a place to go when we die
and the architect resides right here

we've got the american Jesus
overwhelming millions every day
(exercising his authority)
he's the farmers barren fields
the force the army wields
the expession in the faces
of the starving children
the power of the man
he's the fuel that drives the clan
he's the motive and conscience
of the murderer
he's the preacher on t.v.
the false sincerity
the form letter that's written
by the big computers
he's the nuclear bombs
and the kids with no moms
and i'm fearful that
he's inside me

[Jim Sagle]

13. B Movie (Gil Scott-Heron)

Well, the first thing I wanna say is, mandate, my ass!
Because it seems as though we’ve been convinced
that 26% of the registered voters, not even 26% of the American people
but 26% of the registered voters, form a mandate
or a landslide
21% voted for Skippy
and 3-4% voted for somebody else who might have been running

But oh yeah, I remember, in this year that we have declared from Shogun to Raygun
I remember what I said about Raygun
Meant it
Acted like an actor – Hollyweird
Acted like a liberal
Acted like General Franco when he acted like Governor of California
then he acted like a Republican
then he acted like somebody was gonna vote for him for President
And now we act like 25% of the registered voters is actually a mandate

We all actors in this, I suppose

What has happened is that in the last 20 years America has changed
from a producer to a consumer
And all consumers know that when the producer names the tune
the consumer has got to dance – the way it is
We used to be a producer (very inflexible at that)
and now we are consumers
and finding it very difficult to understand

Natural resources and minerals will change your world
The Arabs used to be in the Third World
They have bought the Second World and put a down payment on the First
Controlling your resources will control your world

This country has been surprised by the way the world looks now
They don’t know what they want to be, Matt Dillon or Bob Dylan
They don’t know if they want to be diplomats
or continue the same policy of nuclear nightmare diplomacy
John Foster Dulles ain’t nothin’ but the name of an airport now

The idea concerns the fact that this country wants no-stalgia
They want to go back as far as they can
even if it’s only as far as last week
not to face now or tomorrow, but to face backwards

And yesterday was the day of all cinema heroes
riding to the rescue at the last possible moment
the day of the man in the white hat or the man on the white horse
or the man who always came to save America at the last possible moment
(Someone always came to save America at the last possible moment
especially in B movies)

And when America found itself having a hard time facing the future
they looked for people like
John Wayne
but since John Wayne was no longer available, they settled for Ronald Raygun
And it has placed us in a situation that we can only look at
like a B movie

Come with us back to those inglorious days
when heroes weren’t zeroes
before fair was square
when the cavalry came straight away and all American men were like Hemingway
to the days of the wondrous
B movie

The producer, underwritten by ALL the millionaires necessary
will be Caspar “the Defensive” Weinberger
No more animated choice is available

The director will be Attila the Hague
running around frantically, declaring himself in charge
the ultimate realization of the inmates taking over the asylum

The screenplay will be from the book called “Voodoo Economics”
by George “Papa Doc” Bush

Music by the Village People, a very military, macho group
(Macho, macho man!)

A theme song for saber rattling and selling war door to door
(Remember, we’re looking for the closest thing we can find to
John Wayne)

Cliches abound like King Clues
of some spaced out Marlin Perkins, a Raygun contemporay
Cliches like “itchy trigger finger” and “tall in the saddle”
and “riding off” or “on into the sunset”
Cliches like ”Get off of our planet by sundown”
More so than cliches like “He died with his boots on”

Marine-tough, the man is
Bogart-tough, the man is
Cagney-tough, the man is
Hollywood-tough, the man is
Cheap steak-tough, and
Bozo-substantial

The ultimately synthetic selling of Madison Avenue
a masterpiece, a miracle, a cotton-candy politician
Presto Macho! (Macho, macho man!)

Put yo’ orders in, America
and quickly as come back yo’ leader is duplicated (accent on the dupes)
Because all of a sudden we have fallen prey to selective amnesia
remembering what we want to remember and forgetting what we want to forget
All of a sudden the man who called for a bloodbath on our college campuses
is supposed to be Dudley Goddamn Doright?

You go give them liberals hell, Ronnie
That was the mandate to the new captain Bligh on the new ship of fools
Fools doubtlessly based on his chameleon performance of the past
as a liberal Democrat
as the head of the Studio Actors Guild
When other cellulid were cringing in terror from McCarthy
Ron stood tall

It goes all the way back from Hollywood to hillbillydom
from liberal to libelous
from Bonzo to Birch idol
born again

Civil rights, women’s rights, gay rights
it’s all wrong
Call in the cavalry to disrupt this perception of freedom
Godammnit! First one wants freedom, then the whole damn world wants freedom

No-stalgia
that’s what we want
The good old days
when we gave ‘em hell
when the buck stopped somewhere and you could still buy something with it
to a time when movies was in black and white
and so was everything else

Even if we go back to the campaign trail
before Sixgun Raygun shot off his face and developed hoof in mouth disease
before the free press went down before a full court press
and were reluctant to view the menu
because they knew the only thing available was
crow

Lon Chaney, our man of a thousand faces - no match for Ron
Doug Henning does the makeup
Special effects from Grecian Formula 16 and Crazy Louie
Transportation furnished by David Rockefeller of the Remote Control Company
Their slogan is, “Why wait for 1984? You can panic now, and avoid the rush”

So much for the good news

As Wall Street goes, so goes the nation
and here’s a look at the global numbers
Business is up, human rights are down
peace is shaky, war items are hot
the house claims all ties
Jobs down, money is scarce
common sense is at an all time low
in heavy trading

Movies were looking better than ever, and now
no one is looking because we’re starring
in a B movie
and we would rather had John Wayne
We would rather had John Wayne

You don't have to be in no hurry
You ain't never really got to worry
You don't need to check on how you feel
Just keep repeating that none of this is real
And if you're sensing that something's wrong
Well just remember that it won't be too long
before the director cuts this scene, yeah

This ain't really your life, ain't really your life, ain't really ain't nothin' but a movie
This ain't really your life, ain't really your life, ain't really ain't nothin' but a movie
This ain't really your life, ain't really your life, ain't really ain't nothin' but a movie
This ain't really your life, ain't really your life, ain't really ain't nothin' but a movie

[BrotherBuzz]

41. Revolution Will Not Be Televised

Revolution Will Not Be Televised

by Gil Scott-Heron

You will not be able to stay home, brother.
You will not be able to plug in, turn on and cop out.
You will not be able to lose yourself on skag and skip,
Skip out for beer during commercials,
Because the revolution will not be televised.


The revolution will not be televised.
The revolution will not be brought to you by Xerox
In 4 parts without commercial interruptions.
The revolution will not show you pictures of Nixon
blowing a bugle and leading a charge by John
Mitchell, General Abrams and Spiro Agnew to eat
hog maws confiscated from a Harlem sanctuary.
The revolution will not be televised.


The revolution will not be brought to you by the
Schaefer Award Theatre and will not star Natalie
Woods and Steve McQueen or Bullwinkle and Julia.
The revolution will not give your mouth sex appeal.
The revolution will not get rid of the nubs.
The revolution will not make you look five pounds
thinner, because the revolution will not be televised, Brother.


There will be no pictures of you and Willie May
pushing that shopping cart down the block on the dead run,
or trying to slide that color television into a stolen ambulance.
NBC will not be able predict the winner at 8:32
or report from 29 districts.
The revolution will not be televised.


There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down
brothers in the instant replay.
There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down
brothers in the instant replay.
There will be no pictures of Whitney Young being
run out of Harlem on a rail with a brand new process.
There will be no slow motion or still life of Roy
Wilkens strolling through Watts in a Red, Black and
Green liberation jumpsuit that he had been saving
For just the proper occasion.


Green Acres, The Beverly Hillbillies, and Hooterville
Junction will no longer be so damned relevant, and
women will not care if Dick finally gets down with
Jane on Search for Tomorrow because Black people
will be in the street looking for a brighter day.
The revolution will not be televised.


There will be no highlights on the eleven o'clock
news and no pictures of hairy armed women
liberationists and Jackie Onassis blowing her nose.
The theme song will not be written by Jim Webb,
Francis Scott Key, nor sung by Glen Campbell, Tom
Jones, Johnny Cash, Englebert Humperdink, or the Rare Earth.
The revolution will not be televised.


The revolution will not be right back after a message
about a white tornado, white lightning, or white people.
You will not have to worry about a dove in your
bedroom, a tiger in your tank, or the giant in your toilet bowl.
The revolution will not go better with Coke.
The revolution will not fight the germs that may cause bad breath.
The revolution will put you in the driver's seat.


The revolution will not be televised, will not be televised,
will not be televised, will not be televised.
The revolution will be no re-run brothers;
The revolution will be live.

[SarahB]

14. Not my favorite, but that last song I obnoxiously turned up in the car

And sang really, really loud!!!

Heartbreaker by Pat Benetar

Your love is like a tidal wave, spinning over my head
Drownin' me in your promises, better left unsaid
You're the right kind of sinner, to release my inner fantasy
The invincible winner, and you know that you were born to be

You're a Heartbreaker
Dream maker, love taker
Don't you mess around with me
You're a heartbreaker
Dream maker, love taker
Don't you mess around... no no no

Your love has set my soul on fire, burnin' out of control
You taught me the ways of desire, now its takin' its toll
You're the right kind of sinner, to release my inner fantasy
The invincible winner, and you know that you were born to be

You're a heartbreaker
Dream maker, love taker
Don't you mess around with me
You're a heartbreaker
Dream maker, love taker
Don't you mess around... no no no

You're the right kind of sinner, to release my inner fantasy
The invincible winner, and you know that you were born to be

You're a heartbreaker
Dream maker, love taker
Don't you mess around with me
You're a heartbreaker
Dream maker, love taker
Don't you mess around with me

You're a heartbreaker
Dream maker, love taker
Don't you mess around with me
You're a heartbreaker
Dream maker, love taker

Heartbreaker

[jus_the_facts]

15. Save Your Love~Great White

I wake in the night,
To find you on my mind-
Deep in a dream,
You’ll always be,
Till the end of time. . .

I look in your eyes,
They touch my soul.
My love is hard to hide-
I’m never alone, when we’re apart-
I feel you by my side . . .
& here in my heart,
Where no one else will ever be-
I know who you are-
So lock the door, and throw away the key!

Chorus:
Save all your love,
Save your love, for me!
When I’m alone at night,
You’re all I see. . .

I wake from a dream,
& see you by my side-
How could I belong to someone else;
when holding you, feels so right. . .
& here in my heart,
where no one else will ever be-
We’ve made it so far,
So lock the door, and throw away the key!

Chorus:
Save all your Love,
Save your love, for me!
When I’m alone at night,
You’re all I see . . .
Save all your Love,
Save your love, for me!
Don’t turn your back on me,
You’re all I need!

I know who you are,
We’ve come so far-
So baby, stay with me!

Chorus:
Save all your Love,
Save your love, for me!
Don’t turn your back on me,
You’re all I need!
Save your Love
Save your Love
Save all your Love!
Save, Save all your Love!
:loveya:

[BigMcLargehuge]

16. My all time favorite song lyrics

I tend to sing very loudly with these as I drive. The first three songs of Marillion's album Clutching at Straws. All three songs are intertwined and MUST be played together for the full effect.

The first song:

Hotel Hobbies

(derek dick, steve rothery, mark kelly, pete trewavas, ian mosley)

Hotel hobbies padding dawns hollow corridors
Bell boys checking out the hookers in the bar
Slug-like fingers trace the star-spangled clouds of cocaine on the mirror
The short straw took it’s bow

The tell tale tocking of the last cigarette
Marking time in the packet as the whisky sweat
Lies like discarded armour on an unmade bed
And a familiar craving is crawling in his head

And the only sign of life is the ticking of the pen
Introducing characters to memories like old friends
Frantic as a cardiograph scratching out the lines
A fever of confession a catalogue of crime in happy hour
Do you cry in happy hour
Do you hide in happy hour
The pilgrimage to happy hour

New shadows tugging at the corner of his eye
Jostling for attention
As the sunlight flares
Through a curtains tear
Shuffling it’s beams as if in nervous anticipation of another day

the next song:

Warm Wet Circles

On promenades where drunks propose to lonely arcade mannequins
Where ceremonies pause at the jewelers shop display
Feigning casual silence in strained romantic interludes
Till they commit themselves to the muted journey home
And the pool player rests on another cue
Last nights hero picking up his dues
A honeymoon gambled on a ricochet
She’s staring at the brochures at the holidays
Chalking up a name in your hometown
Standing all your mates to another round
Laughing at the world till the barman wipes away the warm wet circles
The warm wet circles

I saw teenage girls like gaudy moths
A classrooms shabby butterflies
Flirt in the glow of stranded telephone boxes;
Planning white lace weddings from smeared hearts and token proclamations,
Rolled from stolen lipsticks across the razored webs of glass
Sharing cigarettes with experience
With her giggling jealous confidantes,
She faithfully traces his name
With quick bitten fingernails
Through the tears of condensation
That’ll cry through the night
As the glancing headlights of the last bus
Kiss adolescence goodbye

In a warm wet circle
Like a mothers kiss on your first broken heart,
A warm wet circle
Like a bullit hole in central park,
A warm wet circle
And I’ll always surrender to the warm wet circles

She nervously undressed in the dancing beams of the fidra lighthouse
Giving it all away before it’s too late
She’ll let a lovers tongue move in a warm wet circle
Giving it all away and showing no shame
She’ll take a mother’s kiss on her first broken heart
A warm wet circle,
She’ll realise that she played her part in a warm wet circle

Teenage war brides

It was a wedding ring,
Destined to be found in a cheap hotel
Lost in a kitchen sink or thrown in a wishing well

the third song:

At That Time of the Night

At that time of the night
When streetlights throw crosses through window frames
Paranoia roams where the shadows reign
Oh, at that time of the night
At that time of the night
Your senses tangled in some new perfume
Criticism triggers of a loaded room
Oh, at that time of the night

So if you ask me
How do I fell inside
I could honestly tell you
We’ve been taken on a very long ride
And if my owners let me
Have some free time some day
With all good intention
I would probably run away
Clutching the short straw

At that time of the night
When questions rally in an open mind
Summon all your answers with an ice cube chime
At that time of the night
At that time of the night
Pretend you’re off the hook with the telephone
Your confidence wounded in a free fire zone
Oh, at that time of the night

So if you ask me
Where do I go from here
My next destination
Even isn’t really that clear
So if you join me
And get on your knees and prey
I’ll show you salvation
We’ll take the alternative way
Clutching the short straw

If I had enough money
I’d buy a round for that boy over-there
A companion in my madness in the mirror
The one with the silvery hair
And if some kind soul
Could please pick up my tab
And while they’re at it
If they could pick up my broken heart

Warm wet circles...

[rumguy]

19. I've never heard of them, but those are some great lyrics

Who are they?

[BigMcLargehuge]

22. they were a great prog-rock arena band in the early 80s

Brits, with a Scottish singer (Derek Wiliam Dick AKA Fish).

He left after this album and they soldier on making Sting-like elevator music.

Fish has a couple of solo records, they vary in quality from excellent to absolute shit.

I recommend checking around the P2P networks or online music resources for samples.

Then buy:

Script for a Jester's Tear
Fugazi
Misplaced Childhood
Clutching at Straws

then ignore everthing else they did.

they are more accessible if you listen to the albumes in reverse order. Start with Clutching at Straws and work backwards.

on edit: you can AIM me and I'll steer you towards some MP3 sources.

[Commie Pinko Dirtbag]

36. Marillion lyrics of the Fish phase ROCK! Update: here's Assassing!

The firewall here at work blocks everything that has "ass" in the URL. Took me some time to get to a lyrics site that doesn't have song titles in the URL.

BTW, the instrumental opening on this one will blow your socks off. Go get the "Fugazi" album.

http://www.lyrics.net.ua/song/108716

I am the assassin, with tongue forged from eloquence
I am the assassin, providing your nemesis
On the sacrificial altar to success, my friend
Unleash a stranger from a kiss, my friend
No incantations of remorse, my friend
Unsheath the blade within the voice
My friend, my friend, my friend, my friend

I am the assassin

Who decorates the scarf with the fugi knot
Who camouflaged emotion in the thousand-yard stare
Who gouged the notches in the family tree
Who hypnotized the guilt in career rhythm trance

Assassin, assassin, assassin, assassin
(Assassin, my friend.)

Listen as the syllables of slaughter cut with calm precision
Patterned frosty phrases rape your ears and sew the ice incision
Adjectives of annihilation bury the point beyond redemption
Venomous verbs of ruthless candor plagiarize assassins' fervour
Apocalyptic alphabet casting spell, the creed of tempered diction
My friend, your friend, the assassin
A friend in need is a friend that bleeds
Let bitter silence infect the wound
I am the assassin, (your friend)
Assassin

You were a sentimental mercenary in a free-fire zone
Parading a Hollywood conscience
You were a fashionable objector with a uniform fetish
Pavlovian slaver at the cash-till ring of success
A non-com observer, I assassin, the collector... defector

So you resigned yourself to failure, my friend
And I emerged the chilling stranger, my friend
To eradicate the problem, my friend
Unsheath the blade within the voice
Within the voice, within the voice
Within the voice

And what do you call assassins who accuse assassins, anyway
My friend?

[Gildor Inglorion]

17. "Suzanne" by Leonard Cohen

These lyrics have always haunted me for some reason. I can't really explain it. Maybe the context of the times (about 1966, I think)

Suzanne takes you down
To the place by the river
You can hear the boats go by
You can spend the night forever
And you know that she's half crazy
And that's why you want to be there
And she feeds you tea and oranges
That come all the way from China
And just when you want to tell her
That you have no love to give her
She gets you on her wavelength
And she lets the river answer
That you've always been her lover

And you want to travel with her
And you want to travel blind
And you think maybe you'll trust her
For she's touched your perfect body with her mind

And Jesus was a sailor when he walked upon the water
And He spent a long time watching
From a lonely wooden tower
And when he knew for certain
Only drowning men could see him
He said, all men shall be sailors, then,
Until the sea shall free them
But He, himself was broken
Long before the sky would open
Forsaken, almost human
He sank beneath your wisdom like a stone

Suzanne takes you down
To the place by the river
You can hear the boats go by
You can spend the night forever
And the sun pours down like honey
On Our Lady of the Harbor
And she shows you where to look
Amidst the garbage and the flowers
There are heroes in the seaweed
There are children in the morning
They are leaning out for love
And they will lean that way forever
While Suzanne holds the mirror

recorded by Judy Collins on In My Life

[rumguy]

18. One favorite - Love Minus Zero by Bob Dylan

My love she speaks like silence,
Without ideals or violence,
She doesn't have to say she's faithful,
Yet she's true, like ice, like fire.
People carry roses,
Make promises by the hours,
My love she laughs like the flowers,
Valentines can't buy her.

In the dime stores and bus stations,
People talk of situations,
Read books, repeat quotations,
Draw conclusions on the wall.
Some speak of the future,
My love she speaks softly,
She knows there's no success like failure
And that failure's no success at all.

The cloak and dagger dangles,
Madams light the candles.
In ceremonies of the horsemen,
Even the pawn must hold a grudge.
Statues made of match sticks,
Crumble into one another,
My love winks, she does not bother,
She knows too much to argue or to judge.

The bridge at midnight trembles,
The country doctor rambles,
Bankers' nieces seek perfection,
Expecting all the gifts that wise men bring.
The wind howls like a hammer,
The night blows cold and rainy,
My love she's like some raven
At my window with a broken wing.

[LastKnight]

20. one of my favorites: Bulls on Parade by RATM

This microphone explode, shattering
The molds
Ya eighter drop tha hits like de la o or get tha
Fuck off tha commode
Wit tha sure shot, sure ta make tha
Bodies drop
Drop an don't copy yo, don't call this
A co-opt
Terror rains drenchin', quenchin' tha thirst of
Tha power dons
That five sided fist-a-gon
Tha rotten sore on the face of mother earth gets
Bigger
Tha triggers cold empty ya purse
They rally round tha family
With pockets full of shells
Weapons not food, not homes, not shoes
Not need, just feed tha war canibal animal
I walk tha corner to tha rubble that used to be a
Library
Line up to tha mind cemetery
What we don't know keeps tha contracts alive an
Movin'
They don't gotta burn tha books they just remove 'em
While arms warehouses fill as quick as tha cells
Rally round tha family, pockets full of shells
Rally round tha family
With pockets full of shells
Bulls on parade

thiers others out there too

-LK

[gmoney]

21. "Everybody Knows" by Laughing Leonhard Cohen

(Trimmed down a bit)

Everybody knows that the dice are loaded
Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed
Everybody knows that the war is over
Everybody knows the good guys lost
Everybody knows the fight was fixed
The poor stay poor, the rich get rich
That's how it goes
Everybody knows
Everybody knows that the boat is leaking
Everybody knows that the captain lied
Everybody got this broken feeling
Like their father or their dog just died

Everybody talking to their pockets
Everybody wants a box of chocolates
And a long stem rose
Everybody knows

(snip)

Everybody knows the deal is rotten
Old Black Joe's still pickin' cotton
For your ribbons and bows
And everybody knows

And everybody knows that the Plague is coming
Everybody knows that it's moving fast
Everybody knows that the naked man and woman
Are just a shining artifact of the past
Everybody knows the scene is dead
But there's gonna be a meter on your bed
That will disclose
What everybody knows

(snip)

[Djinn]

26. Love that song!

Was introduced to Leonard Cohen by that teen angst movie Pump Up The Volume about a decade ago and have loved his stuff ever since. Also love anything ever written by Jello Biafra (as oopsed to the DK's who are now suing Jello for not "promoting" the band enough...you know not pushing for songs like "MTV Get Off The Air" on to MTV)

another constant fav is - Capitalism Stole My Virginity by The International Noise Conspiracy :

Nowhere's untouched by the shame
Who said we could get by with our childhood games
Days of innocence are all long gone
Avoid the shock honey and try to live on

Woke up all paralyzed
All dreams corrupted in front of our eyes
On every forehead of every little whore
There's a sign that says, 'baby don't come back no more'

Distasteful ugly and cheap
That is how you make me feel, I said
Capitalism stole my virginity
Capitalism stole, capitalism stole
Capitalism stole my virginity

Robbed out of our bleeding hearts
Smashed our illusions, tore them all apart
Now we are unsentimental, unafraid
To destroy this culture that we hate

So tired of being nothing
When, when we should be everything
On every forehead of every little whore
There's a sign that says, 'baby we're all born to die'

Distasteful ugly and cheap
That is how you make me feel, I said
Capitalism stole my virginity
Capitalism stole, capitalism stole
Capitalism stole - yeah

We are all sluts, cheap products
In someone else's notebook
We are all sluts, cheap products
In someone else's notebook
We are all sluts, cheap products
In someone else's notebook
We are all sluts, cheap products
In someone else's notebook

[Burma Jones]

23. Desolation Row - 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 fortunetelling 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 penny whistles
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 door knob 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

[kodi]

27. kim richey - every river

Once upon a time
Somewhere in your past
Someone said "Forever,"
But the promise didn't last
Now you don't believe
Love is ever true
You steel yourself against the day
When I stop loving you

When the day comes that I don't love you
Every star will fall out of the sky
And every mountain will tumble down
And every river run dry

For every drop of rain
That ever touched the ground
For every tear that ever fell
And never made a sound
I'll be there to hear you call
And I'll be there to catch you, baby
Should you ever fall

[grannylib]

28. Just a snippet from one that gives me hope:

from "And She Goes On" by Crowded House:


Pretty soon you'll be able to remember her
Lying in the garden singing
Right where she'll always be
The door is always open
This is the place that I loved her
And these are the friends that she had
Long may the mountain ring
To the sound of her laughter
And she goes on and on...


In her soft wind I will whisper
In her warm sun I will glisten
Til we see her once again
In a world without end

[livetohike]

29. Subterranean Homesick Blues - Bob Dylan

Fun to sing along with.

Johnny's in the basement
Mixing up the medicine
I'm on the pavement
Thinking about the government
The man in the trench coat
Badge out, laid off
Says he's got a bad cough
Wants to get it paid off
Look out kid
It's somethin' you did
God knows when
But you're doin' it again
You better duck down the alley way
Lookin' for a new friend
The man in the coon-skin cap
In the big pen
Wants eleven dollar bills
You only got ten

Maggie comes fleet foot
Face full of black soot
Talkin' that the heat put
Plants in the bed but
The phone's tapped anyway
Maggie says that many say
They must bust in early May
Orders from the D. A.
Look out kid
Don't matter what you did
Walk on your tip toes
Don't try "No Doz"
Better stay away from those
That carry around a fire hose
Keep a clean nose
Watch the plain clothes
You don't need a weather man
To know which way the wind blows

Get sick, get well
Hang around a ink well
Ring bell, hard to tell
If anything is goin' to sell
Try hard, get barred
Get back, write braille
Get jailed, jump bail
Join the army, if you fail
Look out kid
You're gonna get hit
But users, cheaters
Six-time losers
Hang around the theaters
Girl by the whirlpool
Lookin' for a new fool
Don't follow leaders
Watch the parkin' meters

Ah get born, keep warm
Short pants, romance, learn to dance
Get dressed, get blessed
Try to be a success
Please her, please him, buy gifts
Don't steal, don't lift
Twenty years of schoolin'
And they put you on the day shift
Look out kid
They keep it all hid
Better jump down a manhole
Light yourself a candle
Don't wear sandals
Try to avoid the scandals
Don't wanna be a bum
You better chew gum
The pump don't work
'Cause the vandals took the handles

[VelmaD]

30. "Forty-six & 2" by Tool

I know, I usually post the lyrics to "Stinkfist" on these threads...so here's something different.

My shadow's
Shedding skin and
I've been picking
Scabs again.
I'm down
Digging through
My old muscles
Looking for a clue.

I've been crawling on my belly
Clearing out what could've been.
I've been wallowing in my own confused
And insecure delusions
For a piece to cross me over
Or a word to guide me in.
I wanna feel the changes coming down.
I wanna know what I've been hiding in

My shadow.
Change is coming through my shadow.
My shadow's shedding skin
I've been picking
My scabs again.

I've been crawling on my belly
Clearing out what could've been.
I've been wallowing in my own chaotic
And insecure delusions.

I wanna feel the change consume me,
Feel the outside turning in.
I wanna feel the metamorphosis and
Cleansing I've endured within

My shadow
Change is coming.
Now is my time.
Listen to my muscle memory.
Contemplate what I've been clinging to.
Forty-six and two ahead of me.

I choose to live and to
Grow, take and give and to
Move, learn and love and to
Cry, kill and die and to
Be paranoid and to
Lie, hate and fear and to
Do what it takes to move through.

I choose to live and to
Lie, kill and give and to
Die, learn and love and to
Do what it takes to step through.

See my shadow changing,
Stretching up and over me.
Soften this old armor.
Hoping I can clear the way
By stepping through my shadow,
Coming out the other side.
Step into the shadow.
Forty six and two are just ahead of me.

[freeminder]

31. Gerry Rafferty - Standing at the gates

Standing at the Gates Lyrics

Well the jury found you guilty, as you stare into a world that’s without love
But you keep a wall around you, and you wait for help to come down from above
Now the wisdom of your ways has finally caught you up, and left you to your fate
So you end up like a refugee, all alone and standin’ at the gates.

Now the truth is slowly dawning, but you don’t get any warning here within
And you swear that you can change your ways, you promise that tomorrow you’ll begin
But the phases of the moon still come and go, and now you’ve left it much too late
So you end up like a refugee, all alone and standin’ at the gates.

All aboard the roundabout like the biggest fool you’ve ever seen
And all the time you know what’s comin’ down (it’s comin’ down)
Up and down on the roundabout while you’re sittin’ right on dynamite
And any fool can see what’s comin’ down.

You can run with the wind, you can laugh at the rain, and pretend
It’s just some bad weather
There’s a storm comin’ up, and it’s headin’ your way.

Now the spirit doesn’t move you, you’re so empty, you’ve got nothin’ left to give
Yes you know by now that nothin’ you have ever learned has taught you how to live
But the phases of the moon still come and go, and now you’ve left it much too late
So you end up like a refugee, all alone and standin’ at the gates.

All aboard the roundabout like the biggest fool you’ve ever seen
And all the time you know what’s comin’ down (it’s comin’ down)
Up and down on the roundabout while you’re sittin’ right on dynamite
And any fool can see what’s comin’ down.

You can run with the wind, you can laugh at the rain, and pretend
It’s just some bad weather
There’s a storm comin’ up, and it’s headin’ your way.

Well the jury found you guilty, as you stare into a world that’s without love
Yes you keep a wall around you, and you wait for help to come down from above
Now the wisdom of your ways has finally caught you up, and left you to your fate
So you end up like a refugee, all alone and standin’ at the gates.

Yes you end up like a refugee, all alone and standin’ at the gates
Yes you end up like a refugee, all alone and standin’ at the gates.



sends shiver down my spine everytime - from the incredible "Sleepwalking" album. I gotta LOVE Leonard as well though, he's lyrics are perfect.

[Prisoner_Number_Six]

32. Louis Armstrong-- What A Wonderful World

What A Wonderful World
Louis Armstrong

I see trees of green, red roses too
I see them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself what a wonderful world.

I see skies of blue and clouds of white
The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night
And I think to myself what a wonderful world.

The colors of the rainbow so pretty in the sky
Are also on the faces of people going by
I see friends shaking hands saying how do you do
They're really saying I love you.

I hear babies crying, I watch them grow
They'll learn much more than I'll never know
And I think to myself what a wonderful world
Yes I think to myself what a wonderful world.
------

The pendulum WILL swing back, my friends. Just keep the faith, and get off your asses and help it along!

[Insider]

33. I Go To Work by Kool Moe Dee

he runs it fast and swift over a track that is somewhere between james brown and a cool college band at half-time.

I Go To Work
by Kool Moe Dee

I go to work

Like a doctor
When I rock the mic
You got to like
The way I operate
I make miracles happen
Just from rappin'
I'm so lyrically potent
And I'm flowin'
And explodin'
On the scene mean
I got the potential
To make you go
Then chill
I got the credentials
That is of which I chose
To make a rhyme
And chill
Then you know
I will fulfill
To make a couple of mill
As I build a guild
For all the rappers and skills
And kill the weak rappers and no thrills
Hang 'em an ephigy
If he's a sucker
Hang 'em to the left of me
Cause my right hand man
Is my mic stand and
The microphone that I own
And my game plan
Is keeping at a steady pace
Ain't no need for a rush
It ain't no race
I'ma hit the top
Just when I wanna
And it's a matter of time
And I'm gonna
Cause I know when to
Go 'head enter
The classic Moe Dee rap
That sent ya
Runnin' around
Holdin' ya head
Askin' ya homeboy
Yo man
You hear what he said
Another funky rhythm
Look at ya man
And give him a high five
Cause I'm live
Runnin' around with him
Telling everybody
Hanging out on the block
It's time to wake up
And check the clock
Punch it
I go to work
I go to work
I go to work

Like an architect
I build a rhyme some times it climbs so erect
Skyscrapers look like atoms
Cars electrons rollin' in patterns
Writing out word after word
With each letter it becomes visably better
Cause my foundation built a nation of rappers
And after I came off vaction
I came to roam
The land I own
And stand alone on the microphone
Daddy's home
Open the door playtime is over
Time to go to work and show the
Suckers in the place who run their face
The base and a taste of who's the ace
Start the race
I'm coming in first
With each verse
I build a curse
So rappers can't capture Moe Dee's rapture
After I got ya
I have to slap ya
Senseless with
Endless rhymes don't pretned this
Is anything short of stupendous
And when this rhyme is done
Your mind will become
So trapped in the rap
You'll lust on another one
You gotta wait it takes time
I don't write I build a rhyme
I draw plans draft the diagrams
An architect in effect
And it slams
And if it's weak when I'm done
Renovate and build another one
I go to work
I go to work
I go to work

Like a boxer
Train the brain and aim
To out fox ya
Like a punch my rhyme knocks ya
Some times it rocks ya
So hard it stops ya
Dead in your tracks
So power packed
Before you can react
You're flat on your back
Down for the count
Get up and dismount
Cause I'm coming
With an endless amount
Of words in a hurry
Like a flurry
A collage to camouflage
The power punch but don't worry
Knowledge is an antidote
I got hand of smoke
Writing at the speed of light with insight
I wrote
Rhymes at a level
So you can't relate
Unless you're intelligent
So stay awake
Sleepwalkers
Slick talkers
This time a native New Yorker's
Riding a crescendo wave to save the mental
State of the fan so he can understand my pencil
Rhymes in its highest form
I'm a drop it on ya like a bomb
When it explodes I'll blow up
A few casualties but so what
If you're slow
You blow
You know you go
I flow
I throw all pro
I go to work
I go to work

To say rap is not work
Is ludicrous
Whoever said it
Must be new to this
When you hear me
You'll compare me
To a prophet for profit
Not merely
Putting words together for
Recreation
Each rhyme's a dissertation
You wanna know my occupation
I get paid to rock the nation
I go to work
I go to work
I go to work

[Red_Storm]

34. Hadda Been Playing On The Jukebox - RATM

It was written by Allen Ginsberg but Rage made it their own with their powerful performance of it in concert



It had to be flashin' like the daily double
It had to be playin' on TV
It had to be loud mouthed on the comedy hour
It had to be announced over loud speakers

The CIA and Mafia are in cahoots

It had to be said in old ladies' language
It had to be said in American headlines

Kennedy stretched and smiled and got double crossed by lowlife goons and agents

Rich bankers with criminal connections

Dope pushers in CIA working with dope pushers from Cuba working with a big time
syndicate from Tampa, Florida

And it had to be said with a big mouth

It had to be moaned over factory foghorns
It had to be chattered on car radio news broadcasts
It had to be screamed in the kitchen
It had to be yelled in the basement where uncles were fighting

It had to be howled on the streets by newsboys to bus conductors
It had to be foghorned into New York harbor
It had to echo onto hard hats
It had to turn up the volume in university ballrooms

It had to be written in library books, footnoted
It had to be in the headlines of the Times and the mind
It had to be barked on TV
It had to be heard in alleys through ballroom doors

It had to be played on wire services
It had to be bells ringing
Comedians stopped dead in the middle of a joke in Las Vegas

It had to be FBI chief J. Edgar Hoover and Frank Costello syndicate
mouthpiece meeting in Central Park, New York weekends,
reported Time magazine

It had to be the Mafia and the CIA together starting war on Cuba,
Bay of Pigs and poison assassination headlines

It had to be dope cops in the Mafia
Who sold all their heroin in America

It had to be the FBI and organized crime working together
in cahoots against the commies

It had to be ringing on multinational cash registers
World-wide laundry for organized criminal money

It had to be the CIA and the Mafia and the FBI together
They were bigger than Nixon
And they were bigger that war

It had to be a large room full of murder
It had to be a mounted ass- a solid mass of rage
A red hot pen
A scream in the back of the throat

It had to be a kid that can breathe
It had to be in Rockefellers' mouth
It had to be central intelligence, the family, allofthis, the agency Mafia
It had to be organized crime

One big set of gangs working together in cahoots

Hitmen
Murderers everywhere

The secret
The drunk
The brutal
The dirty rich

On top of a slag heap of prisons
Industrial cancer
Plutonium smog
Garbage cities

Grandmas' bed soft from fathers' resentment

It had to be the rulers
They wanted law and order
And they got rich on wanting protection for the status quo

They wanted junkies
They wanted Attica
They wanted Kent State
They wanted war in Indochina

It had to be the CIA and the Mafia and the FBI

Multinational capitalists
Strong armed squads
Private detective agencies for the rich
And their armies and navies and their air force bombing planes

It had to be capitalism
The vortex of this rage
This competition
Man to man

The horses head in a capitalists' bed
The Cuban turf
It rumbles in hitmen
And gang wars across oceans

Bombing Cambodia settled the score when Soviet pilots
manned Egyptian fighter planes

Chiles' red democracy
Bumped off with White House pots and pans

A warning to Mediterranean governments

The secret police have been embraced for decades

The NKPD and CIA keep each other's secrets
The OGBU and DIA never hit their own
The KGB and the FBI are one mind

Brute force and full of money
Brute force, world-wide, and full of money
Brute force, world-wide, and full of money
Brute force, world-wide, and full of money
Brute force, world-wide, and full of money

It had to be rich and it had to be powerful
They had to murder in Indonesia 500000
They had to murder in Indochina 2000000
They had to murder in Czechoslovakia
They had to murder in Chile
They had to murder in Russia

And they had to murder in America

[Mrs. Venation]

35. I Don't Think I Have A Single Favorite Song

there are just too many great songs to choose from. This one, though, by Diamond Rio, is one that I love.

I Know How The River Feels

They say for everyone,
there’s that certain one
Out there, somewhere
I’d been looking hard,
searching every heart
Getting nowhere
Didn’t know I was making
my way to you

Chorus

Now I know how the river feels
When it reaches the sea
And finally finds the place
It was always meant to be
Holding fast, home at last
Knowing the journey’s through
Lying here with you
I know how the river feels

Miles of loneliness,
now make perfect sense
Here beside you
Tears like water fall,
it was worth it all
Just to find you
And yours are the last arms
I’ll run to

(Chorus)

[U of M Dem 07]

37. "Hollywood Nights" -Bob Seger

My FAVORITE song is "Hollywood Nights" by Bob Seger, which is appropriate, because he's getting inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame today. :)

She stood there bright as the sun on that California coast
He was a midwestern boy on his own
She looked at him with those soft eyes, so innocent and blue
He knew right then he was too far from home
He was too far from home

She took his hand and she led him along that golden beach
They watched the waves tumble over the sand
They drove for miles and miles up those twisting turning roads
Higher and higher and higher they climbed

And those Hollywood night
In those Hollywood hills
She was looking so right
In her diamonds and frills
All those big city nights
In those high rolling hills
Above all the lights
She had all of the skills

He'd headed west 'cause he felt that a change would do him good
See some old friends, good for the soul
She had been born with a face that would let her get her way
He saw that face and he lost all control
He had lost all control

Night after night, day after day, it went on and on
Then came that morning he woke up alone
He spent all night staring down at the lights of LA
Wondering if he could ever go home

And those Hollywood nights
In those Hollywood hills
It was looking so right
It was giving him chills
In those big city nights
In those high rolling hills
Above all the lights
With a passion that kills

In those Hollywood nights
In those Hollywood hills
She was looking so right
In her diamonds and frills
All those big city lights
In those high rolling hills
Above all the lights
She had all of the skills

[bif]

39. He played at my high school

Way back in the olden days. I think the cover charge was $2. It was with his Bob Seger System. One hard workin', hard rockin' band.

[Eumenides]

38. When I Win the Lottery

Camper Van Beethoven

Well I lost an eye in Mexico
Lost two teeth where I don't know
People see me comin' and they move to the other side
of the road.

I robbed a liquor store
To make myself at home a few times
Borrowed myself a car when I needed it.

I got me a shack at the bottom of the road
Fixin' cars and givin' tows
Spend all my money on the lottery.

When I win the lottery gonna buy all girls on my block
A color TV and a bottle of French perfume
When I win the lottery gonna donate half my money to
the city
So they have to name a street or a school or a park
after me
When I win the lottery

Never run a flag up a pole
Like Mr. Red, White, and Blue down the road
But I never called myself a hero for killing a known
communist.

Now I can walk into any old bar
Find a fight without looking too hard
But I never killed someone I don't know just 'cause
someone told me to.

And when I win the lottery
Gonna buy the house next to Mr. Red, White and Blue
And when I win the lottery
Gonna buy Post 306 American Legion, paint it red with
five gold stars.

When I win the lottery.

When the end comes to this old world
The rocks will cry and the rest will curl up
And God won't take the time to sort your ass from
mine.

'Cause we zig and zag between good and bad
Stumble and fall on right and wrong
'Cause the tumbling dice and the luck of the draw
just leads us on.

And when I win the lottery, gonna buy all the girls
on my block
Silver-plated six shooters and a quart of the finest
highland scotch
'Cause when I win the lottery, the rocks will shake
their heads and say that
God is good but surely works in mysterious ways.

When I win the lottery.

[Bertha Venation]

40. Look What Love Has Done To Me

where once the moon was just a rock spinning in the sky
where once the stars were only tiny points of light
now the moon looks like it's heaven's shining pearl
now those stars, they look like windows into another world

chorus:
look what love has done to me, look what love has done
there's poetry in all I see, look what love has done
and my heart is dancing through each day, my soul is running free
look what love has done to me

where once each breath was just a sigh of aching emptiness
where once I hardly felt the beating in my chest
now each breath feels like a precious kiss of life
now inside me beat the wings of a thousand butterflies

chorus

I can't tell was that a violin, or did you say something?
was that lightning striking where I stand,
or did you just reach out and take my hand?

look what love has done to me, look what love has done
there's poetry in all I see, look what love has done
and my heart is dancing through each day, my soul is running free
look what love has done to me

recorded by Suzy Bogguss

can't even type it out without crying

[Westegg]

42. Dylan/"Desolation Row"= Great Stuff...!

My favorite verse:

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

[Westegg]

43. The Who/"Won't Get Fooled Again": Sublimely timely...

We'll be fighting in the streets
With our children at our feet
And the morals that they worship will be gone
And the men who spurred us on
Sit in judgement of all wrong
They decide and the shotgun sings the song

I'll tip my hat to the new constitution
Take a bow for the new revolution
Smile and grin at the change all around
Pick up my guitar and play
Just like yesterday
Then I'll get on my knees and pray
We don't get fooled again

The change, it had to come
We knew it all along
We were liberated from the foe, that's all
And the world looks just the same
And history ain't changed
'Cause the banners, they'd all flown in the last war

I'll tip my hat to the new constitution
Take a bow for the new revolution
Smile and grin at the change all around
Pick up my guitar and play
Just like yesterday
Then I'll get on my knees and pray
We don't get fooled again
No, no!

I'll move myself and my family aside
If we happen to be left half alive
I'll get all my papers and smile at the sky
For I know that the hypnotized never lie
Do ya?

Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

There's nothing in the street
Looks any different to me
And the slogans are out-phased, by-the-bye
And the party on the left
Is now party on the right
And their beards have all grown longer overnight

I'll tip my hat to the new constitution
Take a bow for the new revolution
Smile and grin at the change all around
Pick up my guitar and play
Just like yesterday
Then I'll get on my knees and pray
We don't get fooled again
Don't get fooled again
No, no!

Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

Meet the new boss
Same as the old boss

[Mr. Socko]

44. Blink 182 - I Miss You

Note: These fit the times for me as well.

Hello there, the angel from my nightmare
the shadow in the background of the morgue
the unsuspecting victim of darkness in the valley
we can live like Jack and Sally if we want
where you can always find me
we'll have Halloween on Christmas
and in the night we'll wish this never ends
we'll wish this never ends

(I miss you, miss you)
(I miss you, miss you)

Where are you and I'm so sorry
I cannot sleep, I cannot dream tonight
I need somebody and always
this sick strange darkness
comes creeping on so haunting every time
and as I stared I counted
webs from all the spiders
catching things and eating their insides
like indecision to call you
and hear your voice of treason
will you come home and stop this pain tonight
stop this pain tonight

Don't waste your time on me you're already
the voice inside my head (I miss you, miss you)
don't waste your time on me you're already
the voice inside my head (I miss you, miss you)

Don't waste your time on me you're already
the voice inside my head (I miss you, miss you)
don't waste your time on me you're already
the voice inside my head (I miss you, miss you)

Don't waste your time on me you're already
the voice inside my head (I miss you, miss you)
don't waste your time on me you're already
the voice inside my head (I miss you, miss you)

(I miss you, miss you)
(I miss you, miss you)
(I miss you, miss you)
(I miss you, miss you)

[Westegg]

45. Also, Gilbert&Sullivan: "I've Got a Little List"

As some day it may happen that a victim must be found,
I've got a little list--I've got a little list
Of society offenders who might well be underground,
And who never would be missed--who never would be missed!
There's the pestilential nuisances who write for autographs--
All people who have flabby hands and irritating laughs--
All children who are up in dates, and floor you with 'em flat--
All persons who in shaking hands, shake hands with you like _that_--
And all third persons who on spoiling tete-a-tetes insist--
They'd none of 'em be missed--they'd none of 'em be missed!

CHORUS. He's got 'em on the list--he's got 'em on the list;
And they'll none of 'em be missed--they'll none of
'em be missed.

There's the banjo serenader, and the others of his race,
And the piano-organist--I've got him on the list!
And the people who eat peppermint and puff it in your face,
They never would be missed--they never would be missed!
Then the idiot who praises, with enthusiastic tone,
All centuries but this, and every country but his own;
And the lady from the provinces, who dresses like a guy,
And who "doesn't think she waltzes, but would rather like to
try";
And that singular anomaly, the lady novelist--
I don't think she'd be missed--I'm sure she'd not he missed!

CHORUS. He's got her on the list--he's got her on the list;
And I don't think she'll be missed--I'm sure
she'll not be missed!

And that Nisi Prius nuisance, who just now is rather rife,
The Judicial humorist--I've got him on the list!
All funny fellows, comic men, and clowns of private life--
They'd none of 'em be missed--they'd none of 'em be missed.
And apologetic statesmen of a compromising kind,
Such as--What d'ye call him--Thing'em-bob, and
likewise--Never-mind,
And 'St--'st--'st--and What's-his-name, and also You-know-who--
The task of filling up the blanks I'd rather leave to you.
But it really doesn't matter whom you put upon the list,
For they'd none of 'em be missed--they'd none of 'em be
missed!

CHORUS. You may put 'em on the list--you may put 'em on the list;
And they'll none of 'em be missed--they'll none of
'em be missed!