The Lyrics Thread-Part V

Welcome back lizard king

Subterranean Homesick Blues

Johnnys in the basement
Mixing up the medicine
Im on the pavement
Thinking about the government
The man in the trench coat
Badge out, laid off
Says hes got a bad cough
Wants to get it paid off
Look out kid
Its somethin you did
God knows when
But youre 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 phones tapped anyway
Maggie says that many say
They must bust in early may
Orders from the d. a.
Look out kid
Dont matter what you did
Walk on your tip toes
Dont try no doz
Better stay away from those
That carry around a fire hose
Keep a clean nose
Watch the plain clothes
You dont 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
Youre gonna get hit
But losers, cheaters
Six-time users
Hang around the theaters
Girl by the whirlpool
Lookin for a new fool
Dont 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
Dont steal, dont 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
Dont wear sandals
Try to avoid the scandals
Dont wanna be a bum
You better chew gum
The pump dont work
cause the vandals took the handles

Think Twice - Goddess Alchemy Project
(Love these girls… been to a few of their parties on the west coast)

Listen sistren check what your told
Not platinum n gold
Let your beauty unfold
The stories are old
The forbidden fruit sold
Its been a long road
Know the Keys that you hold

We ‘bout to interface up in cyberspace
Come and check the taste,
We ‘bout to innerface up in cyberspace
Check that taste

And take your wack plastic disgrace
I got no time to waste
‘cause all the fakin’ be makin’ me feel insane
such a shame
Folks distracted by that danity vanity
Need no Kane to walk this path
To the center, enter alkemy
Combine soul kemistry
Divine light, you be
You see,
Wipe your brow my friends,
For the threads are thin,
And the journey to source
Begins within…
Astral traveling illusion unraveling
Of this oracle odyssey
Beacons of the goddess we be
Magdalene Mary she
Decoding lost matrices

And where you gonna turn when Babylon burn
Discern, Discern
And where you gonna turn when Babylon burn
Discerning by the eye of Horus
And where you gonna turn when Babylon burn
Discerning by the eye of Horus
As we chant this,
As we chant this chorus…

Bling bling bratty barbie
Hot to trot little mommy
Botox booty body
Cookie cutter tele-hotty
Cut and paste celebrity
Connect the dots of fallacy
Oooh-ee what cha’ selling we, please?
Glimmer gleam dreams
Tear up the magazines
Break ya television screens
Ya think we ain’t keen
To ya propaganda scheme?
Ha Na, ya best think twice!
Your vices got ya gripping
Got ya needing fa greed
Ya got the green money blues
And your slippin to feed
Dis-eases of the masses
You be craving tits and asses
But really though,
It’s the bosom of the mother
Check the source
You came from Her ‘gina’
Whatever course, from Oakland to China!
WHAT?
Bling bling bloody crime
Misogynistic paradigm
Booby trap industry
Platicized pornography
Represent hypocrisy
World-wide lottery
Time to check the, so check the…
Check the odyssey of a commodity
The name of the game
“Neo-slavery”
And it’s a shame it’s all the same
When the goods are claimed as free
Bought, stole and sold in the market of greed
And it’s a tragedy in this hypocrisy
When a woman’s body is a cash commodity
And we’re speaking, our tongues no longer tied
And we’re seething, from all the media lies
And we’re believing that justice will rise
Like the phoenix from the fire-
When the paradigm dies!

Porn Stars, Booty Bars
sprawled out on the hoods of cars
Magazine fashion queen
stirring up the image dream

Well…
You can try to woo me
with your gold and your green.
I said…
You can try to woo me
with your gold and your green.

But can you move me?
Shake the trunk of this apple tree?
Split my fruit in two,
a piece for me, a piece for you?
And when you step to me,
will you treat me like a queen?
Because respect, you see,
is worth more than gold and green.
So check the core of this soul’s
deep seeded star,
you’ve got to know who you are
'Cause I aint got time to peel bananas
to set your ego free,
aint got no time for some kind of
dick-stick-agenda strategy.
So…
let’s be real,
how about we chill, and bake
pondering the Universe
with every breath that we take.

'Cause I’m revealing
an ancient breed of apple seed,
carefully designed over eons of time.
Yes, I’m revealing
an ancient breed of apple seed,
carefully designed over eons of time…
to gather the lost tribes
of the New Jerusalem.

Free Four - Pink Floyd
Waters, Obscured by Clouds

The memories of a man in his old age
Are the deeds of a man in his prime.
You shuffle in gloom of the sickroom
And talk to yourself as you die.

Life is a short, warm moment
And death is a long cold rest.
You get your chance to try in the twinkling of an eye:
Eighty years, with luck, or even less.

So all aboard for the American tour,
And maybe you’ll make it to the top.
And mind how you go, and I can tell you, 'cause I know
You may find it hard to get off.

You are the angel of death
And I am the dead man’s son.
And he was buried like a mole in a fox hole.
And everyone is still in the run.

And who is the master of fox hounds?
And who says the hunt has begun?
And who calls the tune in the courtroom?
And who beats the funeral drum?

The memories of a man in his old age
Are the deeds of a man in his prime.
You shuffle in gloom in the sickroom
And talk to yourself till you die.

Cops of the World ~ Phil Ochs

Come, get out of the way, boys
Quick, get out of the way
You’d better watch what you say, boys
Better watch what you say
We’ve rammed in your harbor and tied to your port
And our pistols are hungry and our tempers are short
So bring your daughters around to the port
'Cause we’re the Cops of the World, boys
We’re the Cops of the World

We pick and choose as please, boys
Pick and choose as please
You’d best get down on your knees, boys
Best get down on your knees
We’re hairy and horny and ready to shack
We don’t care if you’re yellow or black
Just take off your clothes and lie down on your back
'Cause we’re the Cops of the World, boys
We’re the Cops of the World

Our boots are needing a shine, boys
Boots are needing a shine
But our Coca-cola is fine, boys
Coca-cola is fine
We’ve got to protect all our citizens fair
So we’ll send a battalion for everyone there
And maybe we’ll leave in a couple of years
'Cause we’re the Cops of the World, boys
We’re the Cops of the World

Dump the reds in a pile, boys
Dump the reds in a pile
You’d better wipe of that smile, boys
Better wipe off that smile
We’ll spit through the streets of the cities we wreck
We’ll find you a leader that you can’t elect
Those treaties we sighned were a pain in the neck
'Cause we’re the Cops of the World, boys
We’re the Cops of the World

Clean the johns with a rag, boys
Clean the johns with a rag
If you like you can use your flag, boys
If you like you can use your flag
We’ve got too much money we’re looking for toys
And guns will be guns and boys will be boys
But we’ll gladly pay for all we destroy
'Cause we’re the Cops of the World, boys
We’re the Cops of the World

Please stay off of the grass, boys
Please stay off of the grass
Here’s a kick in the ass, boys
Here’s a kick in the ass
We’ll smash down your doors, we don’t bother to knock
We’ve done it before, so why all the shock?
We’re the biggest and toughest kids on the block
'Cause we’re the Cops of the World, boys
We’re the Cops of the World

When we butchered your son, boys
When we butchered your son
Have a stick of our gum, boys
Have a stick of our buble-gum
We own half the world, oh say can you see
The name for our profits is democracy
So, like it or not, you will have to be free
'Cause we’re the Cops of the World, boys
We’re the Cops of the World

*** Yeah, God Bless America :eh:
I love this guy

Reflection ~ Tool

I have come curiously close to the end, down
Beneath my self-indulgent pitiful hole,
Defeated, I concede and
Move closer
I may find comfort here
I may find peace within the emptiness
How pitiful

It’s calling me…

And in my darkest moment, fetal and weeping
The moon tells me a secret - my confidant
As full and bright as I am
This light is not my own and
A million light reflections pass over me

Its source is bright and endless
She resuscitates the hopeless
Without her, we are lifeless satellites drifting

And as I pull my head out I am without one doubt
Don’t wanna be down here feeding my narcissism.
I must crucify the ego before it’s far too late
I pray the light lifts me out
Before I pine away.

So crucify the ego, before it’s far too late
To leave behind this place so negative and blind and cynical,
And you will come to find that we are all one mind
Capable of all that’s imagined and all conceivable.
Just let the light touch you
And let the words spill through
And let them pass right through
Bringing out our hope and reason …
before we pine away.

Summer '68 - Floyd
Richard Write

youtube.com/watch?v=8Ops2nNSVa4
Would you like to something before you leave?
Perhaps you’d care to state exactly how you feel.
We say goodbye before we’ve said hello.
I hardly even like you.
I shouldn’t care at all.
We met just six hours ago.
The music was too loud.
From your bed I came today and lost a bloody year.
And I would like to know, how do you feel?
How do you feel?
Not a single word was said.
They lied still without fears.
Occasionally you showed a smile, but what was the need?
I felt the cold far too soon in a wind of ninetyfive.
My friends are lying in the sun, I wish I was there.
Tomorrow brings another town, another girl like you.
Have you time before you leave to greet another man
Just to let me know, how do you feel?
How do you feel?
Goodbye to you.
Childish bangles too.
I’ve had enough for one day.

WCH, you should know what song this is – and definently by whom :wink:
I just love its depressing nature :content:

Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people

Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been
Lives in a dream
Waits at the window, wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for?

All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?

Father McKenzie writing the words of a sermon that no one will hear
No one comes near
Look at him working, darning his socks in the night when there’s nobody there
What does he care?

All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?

Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people

Eleanor Rigby died in the church and was buried along with her name
Nobody came
Father McKenzie wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave
No one was saved

All the lonely people (Ah, look at all the lonely people)
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people (Ah, look at all the lonely people)
Where do they all belong?

Set the Controls for the Heart of the Sun

Little by little the night turns around
Counting the leaves which tremble at dawn
Novices lean on each other in yearning
Under the leaves the swallow is resting
Set the controls for the heart of the sun
Over the mountain watching the watcher
Breaking the darkness waking the grapevine
One inch of love is one inch of shadow
Love is the shadow that ripen’s the wine
Set the controls for the heart of the sun
The heart of the sun
The heart of the sun
Witness the man who raves at the wall
Making the shape of his question to heaven
Whether the sun will fall in the evening
Will he remember the lesson of giving
Set the controls for the heart of the sun
The heart of the sun
The heart of the sun

Harriot, one of McCartney’s best. But I fear it’s not the Beatles’ version that you like :neutral: :smile:

Nope, its the beatles one i like. :content:
Of course i like the cover of it, too, but the first i heard it was the beatles version.

When i get home you’re so dead - Mayday parade.

The words are coming I feel terrible
Is it typical for us to act like this
Am I just another scene
From a movie that you’ve seen 100 times
Cause baby you weren’t the first or the last or the worst
And I’ve got to fill the blanks in the past with a verse
And we could sit around and cry but frankly your not worth it
Anymore

So say hello to all the boys at the top of this table that you’re under
Lipstick lullabies
This is sorry for the last time
And baby I understand that you’re making new friends
This is how you get by
The moral this time is
Girls make boys cry

On any other day I’d shoot the boy
But your simple toy
Had caused a scene like that
Leave him hanging on the walls
Just a picture in the hall
Like 100 more
Consider this as a gift as you taste him on your lips
And he’s making you scream with his hands on your hips
I hope he’s leaving you empty baby this is just a fix
For such a simple little whore

So say hello to all the boys at the top of this table that you’re under
Lipstick lullabies
This is sorry for the last time
And baby I understand that you’re making new friends
This is how you get by
The moral this time is
Girls make boys cry

And your name remains the same
All that has changed is this pretty face
So pull the trigger
It never gets closer
You want to start over
But never start over

Pull the trigger
It never gets closer
You want to start over
but never start over

So say hello to all the boys at the top of this table that you’re under
Lipstick lullabies
This is sorry for the last time
And baby I understand that you’re making new friends
This is how you get by
The moral this time is
Girls make boys cry

Say hello
Say hello

Lipstick lullabies
This is sorry for the last time
And baby I understand how you’re making new friends
This is how you get by
The moral this time is
Girls make boys cry and…

(not very meaningful lyrics, but its my favourite song at the moment.)

The Carpet Crawlers - Genesis
The Lamb Lies Down on Broadway

ca.youtube.com/watch?v=KrclBlJ39r4

He returns from his mixed-up memories to the passage he was previously stuck in. this time he discovers a long carpeted corridor.

There is lambswool under my naked feet.
The wool is soft and warm,
gives off some kind of heat.
A salamander scurries into flame to be destroyed.
Imaginary creatures are trapped in birth on celluloid.
The fleas cling to the golden fleece,
Hoping theyll find peace.
Each thought and gesture are caught in celluloid.
Theres no hiding in my memory.
Theres no room to avoid.

The walls are painted in red ochre and are marked by strange insignia, some looking like a bulls-eye, others of birds and boats. further down the corridor, he can see some people; all kneeling.
Broken sighs and murmurs they struggle, in their slow motion to move towards a wooden door at the end. having seen only the inanimate bodies in the grand parade of lifeless packaging, rael rushe
Talk to them.

The crawlers cover the floor in the red ochre corridor.
For my second sight of people, theyve more lifeblood than before.
Theyre moving in time to a heavy wooden door,
Where the needles eye is winking, closing in on the poor.
The carpet crawlers heed their callers:
Weve got to get in to get out
Weve got to get in to get out
Weve got to get in to get out.

Whats going on? he cries to a muttering monk, who conceals a yawn and replies its a long time yet before the dawn. a sphinx-like crawler calls his name saying don
K him, the monk is drunk. each one of us is trying to reach the top of the stairs, a way out will await us there. not asking how he can move freely, our hero goes boldly through the door.
D a table loaded with food, is a spiral staircase going up into the ceiling.

Theres only one direction in the faces that I see;
Its upward to the ceiling, where the chambers said to be.
Like the forest fight for sunlight, that takes root in every tree.
They are pulled up by the magnet, believing theyre free.
The carpet crawlers heed their callers:
Weve got to get in to get out
Weve got to get in to get out
Weve got to get in to get out.

Mild mannered supermen are held in kryptonite,
And the wise and foolish virgins giggle with their bodies glowing
Bright.
Through a door a harvest feast is lit by candlelight;
Its the bottom of a staircase that spirals out of sight.
The carpet crawlers heed their callers:
Weve got to get in to get out
Weve got to get in to get out
Weve got to get in to get out.

The porcelain mannikin with shattered skin fears attack.
The eager pack lift up their pitchers - they carry all they lack.
The liquid has congealed, which has seeped out through the crack,
And the tickler takes his stickleback.
The carpet crawlers heed their callers:
Weve got to get in to get out
Weve got to get in to get out
Weve got to get in to get out.

Redemption Song ~ Bob Marley

Old pirates, yes, they rob I;
Sold I to the merchant ships,
Minutes after they took I
From the bottomless pit.
But my hand was made strong
By the and of the almighty.
We forward in this generation
Triumphantly.
Wont you help to sing
These songs of freedom? -
cause all I ever have:
Redemption songs;
Redemption songs.

Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery;
None but ourselves can free our minds.
Have no fear for atomic energy,
cause none of them can stop the time.
How long shall they kill our prophets,
While we stand aside and look? ooh!
Some say its just a part of it:
Weve got to fulfil de book.

Wont you help to sing
These songs of freedom? -
cause all I ever have:
Redemption songs;
Redemption songs;
Redemption songs.

Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery;
None but ourselves can free our mind.
Wo! have no fear for atomic energy,
cause none of them-a can-a stop-a the time.
How long shall they kill our prophets,
While we stand aside and look?
Yes, some say its just a part of it:
Weve got to fulfil de book.
Wont you help to sing
Dese songs of freedom? -
cause all I ever had:
Redemption songs -
All I ever had:
Redemption songs:
These songs of freedom,
Songs of freedom.

gotta knock a little harder a song by Yoko Kanno & the Seatbelts, from the album Future Blues, part of the soundtrack to Knocking on Heaven’s Door, the Cowboy Bebop movie. url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xdE1JCEKtg4[/url] happiness is just a word to me,
and it might have meant a thing or two
if i’d known the difference.

emptiness, a lonely parody
and my life, another smoking gun,
a sign of my indifference.

[i]always keeping safe inside,
where no one ever had a chance
to penetrate, or break in.

let me tell you, some have tried,
but i would slam the door so tight
that they could never get in.[/i]

kept my cool under lock and key,
and i never shed a tear,
another sign of my condidtion

fear of love or bitter vanity
that kept me on the run,
the main events at my confession.

[i]i kept a chain upon my door
that would shake the shame of Cain
into a blind submission.

the burning ghost without a name
was calling all the same,
but just i wouldn’t listen.[/i] the longer i’d stall,
the further i’d crawl;
the further i’d crawl,
the harder i’d fall:
i was crawling into the fire!

the more that i saw,
the further i’d fall;
the further i’d fall,
the lower i’d crawl:
i kept falling into the fire! suddenly it occurred to me
the reason for the run and hide
had totaled my existence.

everything left on the other side
could never be much worse that this,
—but could i go the distance?

[i]i faced the door and all my shame,
tearing off each piece of chain
until they all were broken.

but no matter how i tried,
the other side was locked so tight —
the door, it wouldn’t open.[/i] gave it all that i got
and started to knock,
shouted for someone
to open the lock:
i just gotta get through the door!

and the more that i knocked,
the hotter i got;
the hotter i got,
the harder i’d knock:
i just gotta break through the door!gotta knock a little harder,
gotta knock a little harder,
gotta knock a little harder,
break through the door!

Jethro Tull - Thick as a Brick

[size=75]Really dont mind if you sit this one out.
My words but a whisper – your deafness a shout.
I may make you feel but I cant make you think.
Your sperms in the gutter – your loves in the sink.
So you ride yourselves over the fields and
You make all your animal deals and
Your wise men dont know how it feels to be thick as a brick.
And the sand-castle virtues are all swept away in
The tidal destruction
The moral melee.
The elastic retreat rings the close of play as the last wave uncovers
The newfangled way.
But your new shoes are worn at the heels and
Your suntan does rapidly peel and
Your wise men dont know how it feels to be thick as a brick.

And the love that I feel is so far away:
Im a bad dream that I just had today – and you
Shake your head and
Say its a shame.

Spin me back down the years and the days of my youth.
Draw the lace and black curtains and shut out the whole truth.
Spin me down the long ages: let them sing the song.

See there! a son is born – and we pronounce him fit to fight.
There are black-heads on his shoulders, and he pees himself in the night.
Well
Make a man of him
Put him to trade
Teach him
To play monopoly and
To sing in the rain.

The poet and the painter casting shadows on the water –
As the sun plays on the infantry returning from the sea.
The do-er and the thinker: no allowance for the other –
As the failing light illuminates the mercenarys creed.
The home fire burning: the kettle almost boiling –
But the master of the house is far away.
The horses stamping – their warm breath clouding
In the sharp and frosty morning of the day.
And the poet lifts his pen while the soldier sheaths his sword.

And the youngest of the family is moving with authority.
Building castles by the sea, he dares the tardy tide to wash them all aside.

The cattle quietly grazing at the grass down by the river
Where the swelling mountain water moves onward to the sea:
The builder of the castles renews the age-old purpose
And contemplates the milking girl whose offer is his need.
The young men of the household have
All gone into service and
Are not to be expected for a year.
The innocent young master – thoughts moving ever faster –
Has formed the plan to change the man he seems.
And the poet sheaths his pen while the soldier lifts his sword.

And the oldest of the family is moving with authority.
Coming from across the sea, he challenges the son who puts him to the run.

What do you do when
The old mans gone – do you want to be him? and
Your real self sings the song.
Do you want to free him?
No one to help you get up steam –
And the whirlpool turns you `way off-beam.

Later.
Ive come down from the upper class to mend your rotten ways.
My father was a man-of-power whom everyone obeyed.
So come on all you criminals!
Ive got to put you straight just like I did with my old man –
Twenty years too late.
Your bread and waters going cold.
Your hair is too short and neat.
Ill judge you all and make damn sure that no-one judges me.

You c url your toes in fun as you smile at everyone – you meet the stares.
Youre unaware that your doings arent done.
And you laugh most ruthlessly as you tell us what not to be.
But how are we supposed to see where we should run?
I see you shuffle in the courtroom with
Your rings upon your fingers and
Your downy little sidies and
Your silver-buckle shoes.
Playing at the hard case, you follow the example of the comic-paper idol
Who lets you bend the rules.

So!
Come on ye childhood heroes!
Wont you rise up from the pages of your comic-books
Your super crooks
And show us all the way.
Well! make your will and testament. wont you?
Join your local government.
Well have superman for president
Let robin save the day.

You put your bet on number one and it comes up every time.
The other kids have all backed down and they put you first in line.
And so you finally ask yourself just how big you are –
And take your place in a wiser world of bigger motor cars.
And you wonder who to call on.

So! where the hell was biggles when you needed him last saturday?
And where were all the sportsmen who always pulled you though?
Theyre all resting down in cornwall –
Writing up their memoirs for a paper-back edition
Of the boy scout manual.

Later.
See there! a man born – and we pronounce him fit for peace.
Theres a load lifted from his shoulders with the discovery of his disease.
Well
Take the child from him
Put it to the test
Teach it
To be a wise man
How to fool the rest.

Quote
We will be geared to the average rather than the exceptional
God is an overwhelming responsibility
We walked through the maternity ward and saw 218 babies wearing nylons
Cats are on the upgrade
Upgrade? hipgrave. oh, mac.

Later
In the clear white circles of morning wonder,
I take my place with the lord of the hills.
And the blue-eyed soldiers stand slightly discoloured (in neat little rows)
Sporting canvas frills.
With their jock-straps pinching, they slouch to attention,
While queueing for sarnies at the office canteen.
Saying – hows your granny and
Good old ernie: he coughed up a tenner on a premium bond win.
The legends (worded in the ancient tribal hymn) lie cradled
In the seagulls call.
And all the promises they made are ground beneath the sadists fall.
The poet and the wise man stand behind the gun,
And signal for the crack of dawn.
Light the sun.

Do you believe in the day? do you?
Believe in the day! the dawn creation of the kings has begun.
Soft venus (lonely maiden) brings the ageless one.
Do you believe in the day?
The fading hero has returned to the night – and fully pregnant with the day,
Wise men endorse the poets sight.
Do you believe in the day? do you? believe in the day!

Let me tell you the tales of your life of
Your love and the cut of the knife
The tireless oppression
The wisdom instilled
The desire to kill or be killed.
Let me sing of the losers who lie in the street as the last bus goes by.
The pavements ar empty: the gutters run red – while the fool
Toasts his God in the sky.

So come all ye young men who are building castles!
Kindly state the time of the year and join your voices in a hellish chorus.
Mark the precise nature of your fear.
Let me help you pick up your dead as the sins of the father are fed
With
The blood of the fools and
The thoughts of the wise and
From the pan under your bed.
Let me make you a present of song as
The wise man breaks wind and is gone while
The fool with the hour-glass is cooking his goose and
The nursery rhyme winds along.

So! come all ye young men who are building castles!
Kindly state the time of the year and join your voices in a hellish chorus.
Mark the precise nature of your fear.
See! the summer lightning casts its bolts upon you
And the hour of judgement draweth near.
Would you be
The fool stood in his suit of armour or
The wiser man who rushes clear.
So! come on ye childhood heroes!
Wont your rise up from the pages of your comic-books
Your super-crooks and
Show us all the way.
Well! make your will and testament.
Wont you? join your local government.
Well have superman for president
Let robin save the day.
So! where the hell was biggles when you needed him last saturday?
And where were all the sportsmen who always pulled you through?
Theyre all resting down in cornwall – writing up their memoirs
For a paper-back edition of the boy scout manual.

Of course
So you ride yourselves over the fields and
You make all your animal deals and
Your wise men dont know how it feels to be thick as a brick.[/size]

Pink Floyd - Sheep

Harmlessly passing your time in the grassland away
Only dimly aware of a certain unease in the air
You better watch out
There may be dogs about
I’ve looked over Jordan and I have seen
Things are not what they seem.

What do you get for pretending the danger’s not real
Meek and obedient you follow the leader
Down well trodden corridors into the valley of steel
What a surprise!
A look of terminal shock in your eyes
Now things are really what they seem
No, this is no bad dream.

The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want
He makes me down to lie
Through pastures green he leadeth me the silent waters by
With bright knives he releaseth my soul
He maketh me to hang on hooks in high places
He converteth me to lamb cutlets
For lo,m he hath great power and great hunger
When cometh the day we lowly ones
Through quiet reflection and great dedication
Master the art of karate
Lo, we shall rise up
And then we’ll make the bugger’s eyes water.

Bleating and babbling we fell on his neck with a scream
Wave upon wave of demented avengers
March cheerfully out of obscurity into the dream.

Have you heard the news?
The dogs are dead!
You better stay home
And do as you’re told
Get out of the road if you want to grow old.

Your Mother Should Know
The Magical Mystery Tour

Let’s all get up and dance to a song
That was a hit before your mother was born.
Though she was born a long, long time ago
Your mother should know (Your mother should…)
Your mother should know (…know.)
Sing it again.
Let’s all get up and dance to a song
That was a hit before your mother was born.
Though she was born a long, long time ago
Your mother should know (Your mother should…)
Your mother should know (…know.)
Lift up your hearts and sing me a song
That was a hit before your mother was born.
Though she was born a long, long time ago
Your mother should know (Your mother should…)
Your mother should know (Aaaah.)
Your mother should know (Your mother should…)
Your mother should know (Aaaah.)
Sing it again.
Da-da-da-da…
Though she was born a long, long time ago
Your mother should know (Your mother should…)
Your mother should know (Yeah.)
Your mother should know (Your mother should…)
Your mother should know (Yeah.)
Your mother should know (Your mother should…)
Your mother should know (Yeah.)

Mr. John Lennon - Mother

Mother, you had me but I never had you,
I wanted you but you didn’t want me,
So I got to tell you,
Goodbye, goodbye.
Farther, you left me but I never left you,
I needed you but you didn’t need me,
So I got to tell you,
Goodbye, goodbye.
Children, don’t do what I have done,
I couldn’t walk and I tried to run,
So I got to tell you,
Goodbye, goodbye.
Mama don’t go,
Daddy come home.
Mama don’t go,
Daddy come home.
Mama don’t go,
Daddy come home.
Mama don’t go,
Daddy come home.
Mama don’t go,
Daddy come home.
Mama don’t go,
Daddy come home.
Mama don’t go,
Daddy come home…

Bullet For My Valentine-Waking The Demon

[Verse 1]
Helpless,
My eyes are bleeding from the fear that’s inside,
You sealed your demise when you took what was mine,
Don’t try to stop me from avenging this world,
No voice to be heard

[Chorus]
Waking The Demon,
Where’d ya run to?
Walking in shadows,
Watch the blood flow,
There’s not much longer, so don’t try and fight,
Your bodies weakening, Walk to the light,
Those painful times so alone so ashamed,
I’m not coming back there’s nothing to gain

[Verse 2]
Caution,
There’s just no limits to the boundaries you push
I warned you but still you just f**k with my mind,
There’s no escape from this rage that I feel,
Nothing is real,

[Chorus]
Waking The Demon,
Where’d ya run to?
Walking in shadows,
Watch the blood flow,
There’s not much longer, so don’t try and fight,
Your bodies weakening, Walk to the light,
Those painful times so alone so ashamed,
I’m not coming back there’s nothing to gain

[Breakdown X2]
Breathe for me
Don’t wake me from this slumber.
Stay With me
Possession taking over

[Solo Lead-in]
Nooooooo!
Tread!

[Breakdown X2]
Breathe for me
Don’t wake me from this slumber.
Stay With me
Possession taking over

[Outro]
Waking The Demon!

A good song when you’re pissed off at somebody :tongue:

There’s a good one.

Mother -

  • Oh yes

[size=150]Remember A Day - Floyd[/size]

Remember a day before today
A day when you were young.
Free to play alone with time
Evening never came.
Sing a song that can’t be sung
Without the morning’s kiss
Queen - you shall be it if you wish
Look for your king
Why can’t we play today
Why can’t we stay that way
Climb your favorite apple tree
Try to catch the sun
Hide from your little brother’s gun
Dream yourself away
Why can’t we reach the sun
Why can’t we blow the years away
Blow away
Blow away
Remember
Remember

Yer Blues - Beatles
Yes I’m lonely wanna die
Yes I’m lonely wanna die
If I ain’t dead already
Ooh girl you know the reason why

In the morning wanna die
In the evening wanna die
If I ain’t dead already
Ooh girl you know the reason why

My mother was of the sky
My father was of the earth
But I am of the universe
And you know what it’s worth
I’m lonely wanna die
If I ain’t dead already
Ooh girl you know the reason why

The eagle picks my eye
The worm he licks my bone
I feel so suicidal
Just like Dylan’s Mr. Jones
Lonely wanna die
If I ain’t dead already
Ooh girl you know the reason why

Black cloud crossed my mind
Blue mist round my soul
Feel so suicidal
Even hate my rock ‘n’ roll
Wanna die yeah wanna die
If I ain’t dead already
Ooh girl you know the reason why