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R.E.M.
The Lion Sleeps Tonight In the jungle, the quiet jungle, the lion sleeps tonight In the jungle, the mighty jungle, the lion sleeps tonight In the village, the quiet village, the lion sleeps tonight In the village, the peaceful village, the lion sleeps tonight Hush my darling, don't cry my darling, the lion sleeps tonight Hush my darling, don't cry my darling, the lion sleeps tonight radiant thunder, silent fury [There is always a pattern.] |
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"Artificial Life" -- Ultravox [Ha Ha Ha]
(1977 - John Foxx era) All the boys are wearing their utility drag The girls slip identikits from their utility bags Some refugees from suburbia are laughing Examining each other's gags Vibrate on sulphate when it gets late And their velocity begins to sag Chorus: And it goes on all night, all night And it goes on and on, the artificial life Mary Mary got so confused About the fusion game, what a game Blunked on booze, she talks like a newsreel She'll take up any kind of bleak exchange She turned to perfection once But realised she'd only turned to pain She ran through divine light, chemicals, Warhol, scientology, her own sex Before she turned away (Chorus) I've learned to be a stranger I've learned to be a stranger I've learned to be a stranger I've learned to be a stranger Stranger still I should have left here years ago But my imagination won't tell me how This whirlpool's got such seductive furniture It's so pleasant getting drowned So we drink and sink and talk and stalk With interchangeable enemies and friends Trying on each other's skins While we're dying to be born again. (Chorus) |
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Opeth - Deliverance
Floating on mist Crept up the caverns of my brain Received no warning From nothing to a life code Walk with me, you'll never leave Wait to see your spirit free Tell me how your heart's in need As I drown you in the sea Unwinding snares of distrust Your wrist in my fast grisp Look me in the eye, I'm clear This is your time Face down beneath the waterline Gazing into the deep From love to death In a time span of seconds Oblivious to regret Pushed into belief In liquid cellophane Gasping for air Mercy in my eyes Is the shade of the night Face down beneath the waterline Gazing into the deep The piercing sounds you make Soaring higher, higher now And once left in my wake Your memory's nothing but the scars on me All over now Forgotton why I needed this Standing down Disappear into the obscure Resting days Waiting for the new disease Biding time Locked inside insanity It always burns within The downward spiral never ends When driven into sin Your salvation's found in a sinner's deed All over now Forgotton why I needed this Standing down Disappear into the obscure Resting days Waiting for the new disease Biding time Locked inside insanity Devil guides the way Tells me what to say Pours himself inside Snuffs the final light Deliverance Thrown back at me Laughing at me Deliverance Thrown back at me Deliverance Laughing at me ________________________ It's like nobody ever read their Gibbon |
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Two things:
(1) Funny how a serial killer tale is somehow more disturbing in a song than in a Michael Marshall or Thomas Harris novel. (2) Cute that Opeth's 'Deliverance' is so dark and their 'Damnation' (album) so relatively light... ________________________ It's like nobody ever read their Gibbon |
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This ain’t rock’n’roll. this is genocide!
As they pulled you out of the oxygen tent You asked for the latest party With your silicone hump and your ten inch stump Dressed like a priest you was Tod browning’s freak you was Crawling down the alley on your hands and knee I’m sure you’re not protected, for it’s plain to see The diamond dogs are poachers and they hide behind trees Hunt you to the ground they will, mannequins with kill appeal (will they come? ) I’ll keep a friend serene (will they come? ) Oh baby, come unto me (will they come? ) Well, she’s come, been and gone. Come out of the garden, baby You’ll catch your death in the fog Young girl, they call them the diamond dogs Young girl, they call them the diamond dogs The halloween jack is a real cool cat And he lives on top of manhattan chase The elevator’s broke, so he slides down a rope Onto the street below, oh tarzie, go man go Meet his little hussy with his ghost town approach Her face is sans feature, but she wears a dali brooch Sweetly reminiscent, something mother used to bake Wrecked up and paralyzed, diamond dogs are sableized (will they come? ) I’ll keep a friend serene (will they come? ) Oh baby, come unto me (will they come? ) Well, she’s come, been and gone. Come out of the garden, baby You’ll catch your death in the fog Young girl, they call them the diamond dogs Young girl, they call them the diamond dogs Oo-oo-ooh, call them the diamond dogs Oo-oo-ooh, call them the diamond dogs In the year of the scavenger, the season of the bitch Sashay on the boardwalk, scurry to the ditch Just another future song, lonely little kitsch (there’s gonna be sorrow) try and wake up tomorrow (will they come? ) I’ll keep a friend serene (will they come? ) Oh baby, come unto me (will they come? ) Well, she’s come, been and gone. Come out of the garden, baby You’ll catch your death in the fog Young girl, they call them the diamond dogs Young girl, they call them the diamond dogs Oo-oo-ooh, call them the diamond dogs Oo-oo-ooh, call them the diamond dogs Bow-wow, woof woof, bow-wow, wow Call them the diamond dogs Dogs Call them the diamond dogs, call them, call them Call them the diamond dogs, call them, call them, ooo Call them the diamond dogs Keep cool Diamond dogs rule, ok Hey-hey-hey-hey Beware of the diamond dogs Beware of the diamond dogs Beware of the diamond dogs Beware of the diamond dogs Beware of the diamond dogs David Bowie -- Diamond Dogs ---------------------- The fact that I have no remedy for all the sorrows of the world is no reason for my accepting yours. It simply supports the strong probability that yours is a fake. |
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Helluva couplet there. ----------------------------- "It may be said with rough accuracy that there are three stages in the life of a strong people. First, it is a small power, and fights small powers. Then it is a great power, and fights great powers. Then it is a great power, and fights small powers, but pretends that they are great powers, in order to rekindle the ashes of its ancient emotion and vanity. After that, the next step is to become a small power itself." --GK Chesterton, "Heretics" |
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Maybe it's the sodomy? Jefferson Airplane - White Rabbit (for Pauline! And all those BF:V fans out there): One pill makes you larger And one pill makes you small And the ones that mother gives you Don't do anything at all Go ask Alice When she's ten feet tall And if you go chasing rabbits And you know you're going to fall Tell'em a hookah smoking caterpillar Has given you the call Call Alice When she was just small When men on the chessboard get up and tell you where to go And you've just had some kind of mushroom And your mind is moving low Go ask Alice I think she'll know When logic and proportion Have fallen softly dead And the White Knight is talking backwards And the Red Queen's off with her head Remember what the doormouse said: "Feed your Head Feed your Head!" The Lithos School of Curiousity is now enrolling |
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Red Hot Chily Peppers - Can't Stop
Can't stop addicted to the shin dig Cop top he says I'm gonna win big Choose not a life of imitation Distant cousin to the reservation Defunkt the pistol that you pay for This punk the feeling that you stay for In time I want to be your best friend Eastside love is living on the westend Knock out but boy you better come to Don't die you know the truth is some do Go write your message on the pavement Burnin' so bright I wonder what the wave meant White heat is screaming in the jungle Complete the motion if you stumble Go ask the dust for any answers Come back strong with 50 belly dancers [Chorus:] The world I love The tears I drop To be part of The wave can't stop Ever wonder if it's all for you The world I love The trains I hop To be part of The wave can't stop Come and tell me when it's time to Sweetheart is bleeding in the snowcone So smart she's leading me to ozone Music the great communicator Use two sticks to make it in the nature I'll get you into penetration The gender of a generation The birth of every other nation Worth your weight the gold of meditation This chapter's going to be a close one Smoke rings I know your going to blow one All on a spaceship persevering Use my hands for everything but steering Can't stop the spirits when they need you Mop tops are happy when they feed you J. Butterfly is in the treetop Birds that blow the meaning into bebop [Repeat Chorus] Wait a minute I'm passing out Win or lose just like you Far more shocking Than anything i ever knew How about you 10 more reasons Why i need somebody new just like you Far more shocking than anything I ever knew Right on cue Can't stop addicted to the shin dig Cop top he says I'm gonna win big Choose not a life of imitation Distant cousin to the reservation Defunkt the pistol that you pay for This punk the feeling that you stay for In time I want to be your best friend Eastside love is living on the westend Knock out but boy you better come to Don't die you know the truth is some do Go write your message on the pavement Burnin' so bright I wonder what the wave meant Kick start the golden generator Sweet talk but don't intimidate her Can't stop the gods from engineering Feel no need for any interfering Your image in the dictionary This life is more than ordinary Can I get 2 maybe even 3 of these Come from space To teach you of the pliedes Can't stop the spirits when they need you This life is more than just a read through  Τα παιδεία παίζει. |
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Flying by Anathema
(from the album A Natural Disaster, 2003, Music For Nation) started a search to no avail a light that shines behind the veil trying to find it and all around us everywhere is all that we could ever share if only we could see it feel there's truth that's beyond me life ever changing weaving destiny and it feels like i'm flying above you dream that i'm dying to find the truth seems like your trying to bring me down back down to earth back down to earth layers of dust and yesterdays shadows fading in the haze of what i couldn't say and though i said my hands were tied times have changed and now i find i'm free for the first time feel so close to everything now strange how life makes sense in time now and it feels like i'm flying above you dream that i'm dying to find the truth seems like your trying to bring me down back down to earth back down to earth back down to earth back down to earth |
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"Copper" - Shellac
Copper, let us take you to a furnace where we'll break you, fire's so big and pretty, you could cry, as a buckle, you could ask me what was wrong with me before - did I need the silver to be suitable? Copper, I have a use for you, it's easy work and it suits you, dazzled dirty beauty, you must know Copper is a conductor and makes for decent cooking, dazzled by your beauty still, you know, plated or anodized, you even fool a layman's eyes, presentable though you might be, it's unwise to try to fight me. Copper - you'll never be gold. As far as I'm concerned, I prefer silent vice to ostentatious virtue. -Albert Einstein |
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Opeth - Reverie/Harlequin Forest
Into the trees Past meadow grounds And further away from my home Baying behind me I hear the hounds Flock's chasing to find me alone A trail of sickness Leading to me If I am haunted Then you will see Searching the darkness And emptiness I'm hiding away from the sun Will never rest Will never be at ease All my matter's expired so I run There falls another Vapor hands released the blade Insane regrets at the drop Instruments of death before me Lose all to save a little At your peril it's justified And dismiss your demons As death becomes a jest You are the laughing stock Of the absinthe-minded Confessions stuck in your mouth And long gone fevers reappear Nocturnally helpless And weak in the light Depending on a prayer Pacing deserted roads to find A seed of hope They are the trees Rotten pulp inside and never well Roots sucking, thieving from my source Tired boughs reaching for the light It is all false pretension Harlequin forest Awaiting redemption for a lifetime As they die alone With no one by their side Are they forgiven? Stark determination Poisoning the soul Unfettered beast inside Claiming sovereign control And now the woods are burning Tearing life crops asunder Useless blackened remains Still pyre smoldering ________________________ It's like nobody ever read their Gibbon |
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She handed me a mirror, Elvis Costello
From The Secret Songs of Hans Christian Andersen (2005) She handed me a mirror That she had gazed upon The glass still held an image The glass still held an image But it was of a man I turned from the reflection To see who it might be Is that poor vanity quite how she pictures me? She handed me a mirror Rather than tell me "no" She let slip her handkerchief Gentle laughter flowed Just as her lips bestowed A dashing word lik "brother" A crushing word like "friend" If there was no beginning How could this be the end? She handed me a mirror So I could recognize The distance from my heart to hers The distance from my heart to hers The pity in her eyes She liked my pretty story I thanked her for her song And then I wrote a tale not very long to tell "You are much more than pretty. You are beautiful" Then she handed me a mirror and I saw her instead She handed me a mirror She handed me a mirror And that is all she did... This message has been edited. Last edited by: Fashionpolice, |
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Black Label Society - Funeral Bell
Album : The blessed hellride (2003) drinking, drugged up, completely shot to hell left behind, aint nothing left to sell oh, aint nothing left to sell the hatred of your blood so tortured, so insane dead ends, lost hope keep running through your veins oh, running through your veins ohhhhhhhh So high, and then I fell ohhhhhhhh Can't stop the ringing of my funeral bell The loss of one's self Inside the wheel of doom Genocide is coming way too soon. oh, way too soon The undying fear the strength of one's demise broke and strung out you wave yourself goodbye oh, goodbye ohhhhhhhh So high, and then I fell ohhhhhhhh Can't stop the ringing ohhhhhhhh So high, and then I fell ohhhhhhhh Can't stop the ringing of my funeral bell The Lithos School of Curiousity is now enrolling |
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Not sure about 'favourite', but some words that have stuck with me a long time are:
I'm just a man and killers, angels, all are these: Dictators, Saviours, Refugees. I'm pretty sure it was a Van Der Graaf Generator track. (Just checked, isn't the internet a wonderful place) Track title was 'Man Erg'. Funny, re-reading the complete lyrics they seem simplistic, but then I was only about 15/16. The right to bear arms is slightly less ludicrous than the right to arm bears. |
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Shaddap You Face
Joe Dolce 'Allo I'm-a Giuseppe I got-a something special-a for you ready? Uno duo tre quatro! When I was a boy just abouth the eightth-a grade Mama used to say: "Don't stay out-a late With the bad-a boys always shoot-a pool Giuseppe going to flunk-a school!" Boy it make-a me sick all the t'ing I gotta do I can't-a get-a no kicks always got to follow rules Boy it make-a me sick just to make-a lousy bucks Got to feel-a like a fool And-a mama used to say all-a time: What's-a matter you? Hey! Gotta no respect What-a you t'ink you do? Why you look-a so sad? It's-a not so bad it's-a nice-a place Ah shaddap-a you face! That's-a my mama. I can remember! Big accordion solo! Ah ! Play dat again! Really nice really nice! Soon-a come-a day gonna be a big-a star Den I make-a T.V. shows and-a movies Get-a myself a new car but still I be myself I don't want-a to change a t'ing Still a-dance and a-sing [ t'ing about-a mama she used to say: What's-a matter you? Hey! . . . Mama she said it all-a da time! What's-a matter you? Hey! Gotta no respect . . . That's-a my mama! Hello everybody! 'At's out-a dere in-a radio and-a T.V. land aid you know I had a big-a hit-a song in-a Italy with-a disc? Shaddap-a you face, I sing-a dis-a song all-a my fans applaud Dey clap-a da hands dat-a make me feel-a so good; You ought to learn-a dis-a song it's-a real-a simple - See I sing: "What's-a matter you?" You sing: "Hey!" Den I sing-a da rest and den at de end we can all-a sing: Ah, Shaddap-a you face! 0.k. let's-a try it really big - Uno duo tre quatro! What's - a matter you ? Hey !... Τα παιδεία παίζει. |
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Neurosis/Stones From The Sky
Once is enough, trial is alone. Grace fall into us. All through the night, Father I crawled. Sun of my soul be revealed. Walking amongst the stones from the sky, feeling their rhythm wash over me. Rite of this waring god. Destructive, alive, frees you now. Rivers of fear, don't you know? Vigil of faith stills you now. You've been shown over and over, don't you know? You've been shown over and over, don't you know? As far as I'm concerned, I prefer silent vice to ostentatious virtue. -Albert Einstein |
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Bravus' Deliverance lyrics put me in mind of A Good Idea by Bob Mould
They went down to the river On a warm summer night The air was think with the Smell of temptation He said why don’t we lay in the water Let the water run over me And she grinned and she said Now she said now she said Now that’s a good idea She said she said Now that’s a good idea She said she said Now that’s a good idea She said she said Now that’s a good idea She said she said He held her head high in his hands He held her down deep in the stream He saw the bubbles and matted hair Mixed in with seaweed She started to scream Was it something I said Was it something I said And she said and she said And she said she said Now that’s a good idea she said she said To be alone with you she said she said I’ve been waiting for years And I’d rather be dead That’s a good idea he said he said He held her down in the river He held her down in the water Another river of mud Wash away those tears He said and he said Now that’s a good idea He said now that’s a good idea He said now that’s a good idea He said now that’s a good idea I saw them from the ocean She didn’t seem to mind Didn’t fight at all She didn’t fight it at all Some things are best left alone Sometimes I’m best left alone And sometimes I see you in the water At night at night at night That’s a good idea she said she said I wanna feel you in the water With your hands on my head Push you down into the water She said she said Now that’s a good idea she said she said Now that’s a good idea that’s a good idea She said she said Now she said now she said That’s a good idea that’s a good idea That’s a good idea She said she said That’s a good idea She said she said I want to feel you in the water With your hands on my head Push you down into the water She said she said That’s a good idea She said she said That’s a good idea She said she said That’s a good idea She said she said That’s a good idea She said she said That’s a good idea She said she said That’s a good idea She said That’s a good idea She said she said That’s a good idea She said she said That’s a good idea She said she said That’s a good idea |
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I Don't Like Mondays
Boomtown Rats The silicon chip inside her head Gets switched to overload And nobody's gonna go to school today She's going to make them stay at home And daddy doesn't understand it He always said she was as good as gold And he can see no reason Cos there are no reasons What reason do you need to be shown Tell me why I don't like Mondays I want to shoot The whole day down The telex machine is kept so clean As it types to a waiting world And mother feels so shocked Father's world is rocked And their thoughts turn to Their own little girl Sweet 16 ain't that peachy keen No, it ain't so neat to admit defeat They can see no reasons Cos there are no reasons What reason do you need to be shown Tell me why I don't like Mondays I want to shoot The whole day down All the playings stopped in the playground now She wants to play with her toys a while And school's out early and soon we'll be learning And the lesson today is how to die And then the bullhorn crackles And the captain crackles With the problems and the how's and why's And he can see no reasons Cos there are no reasons What reason do you need to die The silicon chip ... Tell me why I don't like Mondays I want to shoot The whole day down |
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From Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory
Oompa, Loompa, doom-pa-dee-do I have a perfect puzzle for you Oompa, Loompa, doom-pa-dee-dee If you are wise, you'll listen to me What do you get when you guzzle down sweets? Eating as much as an elephant eats What are you at getting terribly fat? What do you think will come of that? I don't like the look of it Oompa, Loompa, doom-pa-dee-da If you're not greedy, you will go far You will live in happiness too Like the Oompa Loompa doom-pa-dee-do Oompa, Loompa, doom-pa-dee-do I have another puzzle for you Oompa, Loompa, doom-pa-da-dee If you are wise, you'll listen to me Gum chewing's fine when it's once in a while It stops you from smoking and brightens your smile But it's repulsive, revolting, and wrong Chewing and chewing all day long The way that a cow does Oompa, Loompa, doom-pa-dee-da Given good manners, you will go far You will live in happiness too Like the Oompa Loompa doom-pa-dee-do Oompa, Loompa, doom-pa-dee-do I have another puzzle for you Oompa, Loompa, doom-pa-da-dee If you are wise, you'll listen to me Who do you blame when your kid is a brat? Pampered and spoiled like a Siamese cat Blaming the kids is a lie and a shame You know exactly who's to blame The mother and the father Oompa, Loompa, doom-pa-dee-da If you're not spoiled, then you will go far You will live in happiness too Like the Oompa Loompa doom-pa-dee-do Oompa, Loompa, doom-pa-dee-do I have another puzzle for you Oompa, Loompa, doom-pa-da-dee If you are wise, you'll listen to me What do you get from a glut of TV? A pain in the neck and an IQ of three Why don't you try simply reading a book? Or can you just not bear to look? You'll get no...you'll get no...you'll get no commercials Oompa, Loompa, doom-pa-dee-da If you're not greedy, you will go far You will live in happiness too Like the Oompa Loompa doom-pa-dee-do |
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