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Wild Kangaroo said:
"I" by Black Sabbath ( Dio) from the Dehumanizer album

I am anger
Under pressure
Lost it cages
A prisoner
The first to escape

I am wicked
I am legion
Strength in numbers
A lie
The number is one

I - I - I

Everything that I see is for me

Yes, I am giant
I'm a monster

Breaking windows
In houses

Buildings of glass
Rebel rebel

Holy outlaw
Ride together
Don't try it

The power's in one

I - I - I

I am standing alone
But I can rock you

I - I - I

On the edge of the blade
But the knife can't cut the hero down

I am virgin
I'm a whore
Giving nothing
The taker
The maker of war

I'll smash your face in
But with a smile
All together
You'll never
Be stronger than me

I - I - I

Right here on my own
But I still rock you

I - I - I

Don't follow behind
Just leave me on the outside

I - I - I

I am standing alone
But I can shock you

I - I - I

On the edge of the blade
But no one makes the hero bleed

I am hunger
Feed my head
All together
You'll never

Never make the hero bleed
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Not a single mention of a rainbow or an "evil" woman.:D

Very UNDio like.
 
SweetLeftFoot said:
For brilliant lyrics, its hard to go past this classic from Squeeze - Up The Junction - a kitchen sink drama worthy of Mike Leigh in under four minutes.
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I love the lyrics in that song. It's just fantastic story telling.

I've been on a Magnetic Fields listening binge lately, and these two songs always raise a smile for me.

Love Is Like A Bottle of Gin

It makes you blind, it does you in
It makes you think you're pretty tough
It makes you prone to crime and sin
It makes you say thing off the cuff
It's very small and made of glass
and grossly over-advertised
It turns a genius into an ass
and makes a fool think he is wise
It could make you regret your birth
or turn cartwheels in your best suit
It costs a lot more than it's worth
and yet there is no substitute
They keep it on a higher shelf
the older and more pure it grows
It has no color in itself
but it can make you see rainbows
You can find it at the Bowery
or you can find it at Elaine's
It makes your words more flowery
It makes the sun shine, makes it rain
You just get what they put in
and they never put in enough
Love is like a bottle of gin
but a bottle of gin is not like love

A Pretty Girl
A pretty girl is like a minstrel show
It makes you laugh
It makes you cry You go
It just isn't the same on radio
It's all about the makeup and the dancing and the Oh,
A pretty girl is like a violent crime
If you do it wrong you could do time
But if you do it right it is sublime
I'm so in love with you, girl,
It's like I'm on the moon
I can't really breathe, but I feel lighter
A melody is like a pretty girl
Who cares if it's the dumbest in the world
It's all about the way that it unfurls
A pretty girl is like a pretty girl
 
If your into Reggae or not, this Rastaman is clever...

Papa Levi - Mi God Mi King
Yeah!
In smoking sensimillia you gotta give thanks and praise on to the most high, jah jah, jahoviah! Do it, jah!
Murdah!

Mi god, mi king, him name Jahoviah. Yah man.
Mi god, mi king, him name Jahoviah.
He inspire me to be a mic chanta
Me mass wid deh mic 'round the amplifier.
Me fling wey deh slackness, cah know I culture
Pure conscious lyrics yuh a go hear me utter
so if you are an adult or a teenager
Say everyday you go wake you fe read a chapter
beginning of wisdom is the fear of jah
the bottomless pit mek we throw lucifer
they tek wey we gold, jah man, them tek wey silver
them hang me pupa and rape me madda
the cheat me from the wonderful land of africa
We slave fi dih plantation owner
They take wey we name, jah man, them call we fellow
the only word we know »I is coming, massa!«
Them tell we say we ingnorant and inferior
and how them intelligent and superior
through them complexion of them skincolor
But I as a youth born as a super
me badda dan deh bite from a tarantula
you hear fi mi voice a come through the speaker
but it sounds sweeter with the echochamber
R fi dih roots
C fi di cultcha!
seh S for selassie earths rightful ruler
Seh once as a lamb going to dih slaughta
Now the conquering lion of the tribe of judah
You can't enter zion with a bushmaster
an m16 or an revolver
Satan a babylon with you ammunition.
A dis a de ultimate destruction
Pupa levi pon the version. Hail jah man
A Levi pon the version.
How me steer?

Jah man mi cool, nuh stumble like you
Mi walk pon de streets nuh gwaan for fool
Arrive at the dance a mic a mi tool
eat pon table sit inna stool
no black me brown me brown no black
me ribs in me chest, me spine at me back
trousers have pocket and pocket have flap
but soul or rock but reggae mi chat
cap an no buck an deh buck a no cap
at deh bottom a bass and treble a top
we hot no cold, dey cold no hot
electricity can give you a shock
no fraid for no mouse no fraid for no rat
start from the bottom me reach to the top
eat out the snot (?!), they crack at they back
me run at deh toilet mi cut the crap
me hungry again me no eat a snack
Cah from me a youth meno ... no ...
Fe me a dread me head it noflat(?)
No live in no house we live in a flat
London fi hear when dis riddim drop
Yuh head yuh toe yuh body a rock
From deh pon deh mic lyric a top
Well slacknes a bottom and culture pon top
African land of the InI spot
In time of trouble jah not tun him back
Me pray to jah, i never will stop
Who worship satan a foolish idiot
Jah loves dread, the devil can not
Who get a bullit, now mista Sadat
After Reagan Bobby fire shot
Malcolm X dem kill pon deh spot
Hope inna zion deh righteous will top
Down inna hell the wicked a rot
The sweetest singer a Sugar Minott
The maddest comedian a Kenny Everett
Dracula tun inna vampire bat
But when him see sun him cyaan tek dat
You eye dem dark fi use contact (?)
But deh pon deh mic is Levi a chat
Not so long jah walk pon deh land
The peaceful righteous rastaman
Troddin with the maccabee inna him hand
Reaching out to man and woman
Then crucify by the roman
Them let him to cross street
foot an him hand
Rise again the resurrection
Whether him create the earth an heaven
take six days no take him seven
Give riches to king Solomon
Make him wiser than all other man
His got to make widow out of adam
Live in a babylon as a black man
Where all we face is racialism
When we weak they seh that we strong
When we right they seh that we wrong
Through me no check for no politician
No care who win no election
Pon the mic me please everyone
Flash it dung in style an fashion

Mi god, mi king, him name Jahoviah.
Mi god, mi king, him name Jahoviah. Yes
He inspire me to be a mic chanta
me mass wid deh mic 'round the amplifier.
Me fling wey deh slackness, cah know I culture
pure conscious lyrics yuh a go hear me utter
so if you are a an adult or a teenager
everyday you go wake you fe read a chapter.

Papa Levi-Mi God Mi King..

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sherrinorburley said:
If your into Reggae or not, this Rastaman is clever...

Papa Levi - Mi God Mi King
Yeah!
In smoking sensimillia you gotta give thanks and praise on to the most high, jah jah, jahoviah! Do it, jah!
Murdah!

Mi god, mi king, him name Jahoviah. Yah man.
Mi god, mi king, him name Jahoviah.
He inspire me to be a mic chanta
Me mass wid deh mic 'round the amplifier.
Me fling wey deh slackness, cah know I culture
Pure conscious lyrics yuh a go hear me utter
so if you are an adult or a teenager
Say everyday you go wake you fe read a chapter
beginning of wisdom is the fear of jah
the bottomless pit mek we throw lucifer
they tek wey we gold, jah man, them tek wey silver
them hang me pupa and rape me madda
the cheat me from the wonderful land of africa
We slave fi dih plantation owner
They take wey we name, jah man, them call we fellow
the only word we know »I is coming, massa!«
Them tell we say we ingnorant and inferior
and how them intelligent and superior
through them complexion of them skincolor
But I as a youth born as a super
me badda dan deh bite from a tarantula
you hear fi mi voice a come through the speaker
but it sounds sweeter with the echochamber
R fi dih roots
C fi di cultcha!
seh S for selassie earths rightful ruler
Seh once as a lamb going to dih slaughta
Now the conquering lion of the tribe of judah
You can't enter zion with a bushmaster
an m16 or an revolver
Satan a babylon with you ammunition.
A dis a de ultimate destruction
Pupa levi pon the version. Hail jah man
A Levi pon the version.
How me steer?

Jah man mi cool, nuh stumble like you
Mi walk pon de streets nuh gwaan for fool
Arrive at the dance a mic a mi tool
eat pon table sit inna stool
no black me brown me brown no black
me ribs in me chest, me spine at me back
trousers have pocket and pocket have flap
but soul or rock but reggae mi chat
cap an no buck an deh buck a no cap
at deh bottom a bass and treble a top
we hot no cold, dey cold no hot
electricity can give you a shock
no fraid for no mouse no fraid for no rat
start from the bottom me reach to the top
eat out the snot (?!), they crack at they back
me run at deh toilet mi cut the crap
me hungry again me no eat a snack
Cah from me a youth meno ... no ...
Fe me a dread me head it noflat(?)
No live in no house we live in a flat
London fi hear when dis riddim drop
Yuh head yuh toe yuh body a rock
From deh pon deh mic lyric a top
Well slacknes a bottom and culture pon top
African land of the InI spot
In time of trouble jah not tun him back
Me pray to jah, i never will stop
Who worship satan a foolish idiot
Jah loves dread, the devil can not
Who get a bullit, now mista Sadat
After Reagan Bobby fire shot
Malcolm X dem kill pon deh spot
Hope inna zion deh righteous will top
Down inna hell the wicked a rot
The sweetest singer a Sugar Minott
The maddest comedian a Kenny Everett
Dracula tun inna vampire bat
But when him see sun him cyaan tek dat
You eye dem dark fi use contact (?)
But deh pon deh mic is Levi a chat
Not so long jah walk pon deh land
The peaceful righteous rastaman
Troddin with the maccabee inna him hand
Reaching out to man and woman
Then crucify by the roman
Them let him to cross street
foot an him hand
Rise again the resurrection
Whether him create the earth an heaven
take six days no take him seven
Give riches to king Solomon
Make him wiser than all other man
His got to make widow out of adam
Live in a babylon as a black man
Where all we face is racialism
When we weak they seh that we strong
When we right they seh that we wrong
Through me no check for no politician
No care who win no election
Pon the mic me please everyone
Flash it dung in style an fashion

Mi god, mi king, him name Jahoviah.
Mi god, mi king, him name Jahoviah. Yes
He inspire me to be a mic chanta
me mass wid deh mic 'round the amplifier.
Me fling wey deh slackness, cah know I culture
pure conscious lyrics yuh a go hear me utter
so if you are a an adult or a teenager
everyday you go wake you fe read a chapter.

Papa Levi-Mi God Mi King..

[YOUTUBE]-Yy_KgY30VA[/YOUTUBE]
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Brother, don't over do it.
 
You Am I - If we can't get it together. Very Australian.

To get up the bond for an inner west flat
He'd work for anybody if he wasn't working for her dad.
She' practicing saying I do or I will
'cause she don't know how to tell him that she's going off the pill.
Her curtains are for certain that he'll talk about her ass
But she clings to his photo like a piece of broken glass.
We can't get it together today.
She's looking for his heart while he stares the other way.

He's dad is a nut, he's ex-girl is a ****.
But he'll be yours forever if you just get it together.
If we can't get it together, if we can't get it together
Is it ever gonna be just you and me?

So they met on Tuesday at the town hall steps
To get an eight by ten photo and a wedding date set.
We might as well do it next week
'cause we've met everybody that we're ever gonna meet.

He's dad is a nut, he's ex-girl is a ****
But he'll be yours forever if you just get it together.
If we can't get it together, if we can't get it together
Is it ever gonna be just you and me?

Four seventy to Circular Quay.
A present in your pocket for the TAB

If we can't get it together, if we can't get it together
Is it ever gonna be just you and me?

Would you settle for a mobile home
A good record store and a public phone?

If we can't get it together, if we can't get it together.
 
Bird on a wire - Leonard Cohen

Like a bird on the wire,
Like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free.
Like a worm on a hook,
Like a knight from some old fashioned book
I have saved all my ribbons for thee.
If i, if I have been unkind,
I hope that you can just let it go by.
If i, if I have been untrue
I hope you know it was never to you.

Like a baby, stillborn,
Like a beast with his horn
I have torn everyone who reached out for me.
But I swear by this song
And by all that I have done wrong
I will make it all up to thee.
I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch,
He said to me, you must not ask for so much.
And a pretty woman leaning in her darkened door,
She cried to me, hey, why not ask for more?

Oh like a bird on the wire,
Like a drunk in a midnight choir I have tried in my way to be free.
 
Here's some lyrics that actually sink my boat.:D

Here is what I rate as a brilliantly descriptive set of lyrics from Canadian country/folk balladeer, Gordon Lightfoot.

It deals with the story of the sinking of the Iron Ore carrier "Edmund Fitzgerald" upon Lake Superior in Northern America.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/SS_Edmund_Fitzgerald

I have never been to Northern America and I was bewildered to learn that there are bodies of fresh water on this planet big enough to whip up inclement weather conditions that could sink something as huge as a bulk ore carrier.

Anyway heres the lyrics:

The legend lives on from the chippewa on down
Of the big lake they called gitche gumee
The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead
When the skies of november turn gloomy
With a load of iron ore twenty-six thousand tons more
Than the edmund fitzgerald weighed empty.
That good ship and true was a bone to be chewed
When the gales of november came early.

The ship was the pride of the american side
Coming back from some mill in wisconsin
As the big freighters go, it was bigger than most
With a crew and good captain well seasoned
Concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms
When they left fully loaded for cleveland
And later that night when the ships bell rang
Could it be the north wind theyd been feelin?
The wind in the wires made a tattle-tale sound
And a wave broke over the railing
And every man knew, as the captain did too,
Twas the witch of november come stealin.
The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait
When the gales of november came slashin.
When afternoon came it was freezin rain
In the face of a hurricane west wind.

When suppertime came, the old cook came on deck sayin.
Fellas, its too rough to feed ya.
At seven p.m. a main hatchway caved in, he said
Fellas, its been good tknow ya
The captain wired in he had water comin in
And the good ship and crew was in peril.
And later that night when his lights went outta sight
Came the wreck of the edmund fitzgerald.

Does any one know where the love of God goes
When the waves turn the minutes to hours?
The searches all say theyd have made whitefish bay
If theyd put fifteen more miles behind her.
They might have split up or they might have capsized;
May have broke deep and took water.
And all that remains is the faces and the names
Of the wives and the sons and the daughters.

Lake huron rolls, superior sings
In the rooms of her ice-water mansion.
Old michigan steams like a young mans dreams;
The islands and bays are for sportsmen.
And farther below lake ontario
Takes in what lake erie can send her,
And the iron boats go as the mariners all know
With the gales of november remembered.

In a musty old hall in detroit they prayed,
In the maritime sailors cathedral.
The church bell chimed till it rang twenty-nine times
For each man on the edmund fitzgerald.
The legend lives on from the chippewa on down
Of the big lake they call gitche gumee.
Superior, they said, never gives up her dead
When the gales of november come early!


"Does any one know where the love of God goes when the waves turn the minutes to hours?", that is such a killer line.:thumbsu:

It's not usually my kind of music, but it's just such a darn good song

Here's the song, I hope you enjoy it:

[youtube]99rOzMVtcx4[/youtube]

I really must take the time out to go and visit the Great Lakes before I die.:thumbsu:
 
roogirl96 said:
Leonard Cohen
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Impeccable taste.

If you're going to post Cohen though we may as well keep it pessimistic :)

The Future
"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."

I was brought up on a very weird mix of Cohen and The Beatles.

Hey Jude
"And anytime you feel the pain, hey Jude, refrain,
Don't carry the world upon your shoulders.
For well you know that it's a fool who plays it cool
By making his world a little colder."

For some reason I haven't been able to shake my conditioning whilst in the womb but it has led me to Arcade Fire:

Rebellion (Lies)

"Sleeping is giving in, no matter what the time is. sleeping is giving
in, so lift those heavy eyelids.
people say that you'll die faster than without water. but we know it's
just a lie, scare your son and scare your daughter.
people say that your dreams are the only things that save ya.
come on baby in our dreams, we can live our misbehaviour.
everytime you close your eyes lies, lies!
people try and hide the night underneath the covers.
people try and hide the light underneath the covers.
come on hide your lovers underneath the covers.
come on hide your lovers underneath the covers.
hidin' from your brothers underneath the covers, come on hide your
lovers underneath the covers.
people say that you'll die faster than without water, but we know it's
just a lie, scare your son, scare your daughter
now here's the sun, it's alright! now here's the moon, it's alright!
now here's the sun, it's alright! now here's the moon, it's alright!
but everytime you close your eyes, lies!"
 

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Mutiny In Heaven by the Birthday Party. Nick Cave wrote the lyrics and sung it in his full preacher man mode.

If Sixpence None the Richer can cover "There She Goes", then why can't they cover this song?

Well ah jumpt! and fled this ____en heap on doctored wings
Mah flailin pinions, with splints and rags and crutches!
(damn things nearly hardly flap)
Canker upon canker upon one million tiny punctures
That look like...
Long thin red ribbons draped across the arms of a lil mortal girl
(like a ground -plan of hell)
Curse these smartin strings! these ____en ruptures!
Enough! enough is enough!
(if this is heaven ahm bailin out)
If this is heaven ahm bailin out
Ah caint tolerate this ol tin-tub
So fulla trash and rats! felt one crawl across mah soul
For a seckon there , as thought as wassa back down in the ghetto!
(rats in paradise! rats in paradise!)
Ahm bailin out! theres a mutiny in heaven!

Ah wassa born...
And lord shakin, even then was dumpt into some icy font,
Like some great stinky unclean!
From slum-chuch to slum-church, ah spilt mah heart
To some fat ____ behind a screen...

Evil poppin eye presst up to the opening
Hed slide shut the lil perforated hatch...at night mah body
Blusht
To the whistle of the birch
With a lil practice ah soon learnt to use in on mahself
Punishment? ! reward!! punishment? ! reward!!
Well, ah tied on...percht on mah bed ah was...
Sticken a needle in mah arm...

Ah tied off! ____en wings burst out mah back
(like ah was cuttin teeth!!)
Ah took off!!!
(rats in paradise! rats in paradise!)
Theres a mutiny in heaven!

Oh lord, ah git down on mah knees
(ah git down on mah knees and start to pray)

Wrapped in mah mongrel wings, ah nearly freeze
In the howlin wind and drivin rain
(all the trash blowin round n round)
From slum-heaven into town
Ah take mah tiny pain and rollin back mah sleeve
(roll anna roll anna roll anna roll)
Ah yank the drip outa mah vein! utopiate! ahm bailin out!
Utopiate!
If this is heaven ahm bailin out!
Mah threadbare soul teems with vermin and louse
Thoughts come like a plague to the head...in gods house!
Mutiny in heaven!
(ars infectio forco dio)
To the plank!
(rats in paradise! rats in paradise!)
Ahm bailin out!
(hail hypuss dermio vita rex!)
Hole inna ghetto! hole inna ghetto!
(scabio murem per sanctum...dio, dio, dio)
 

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