Suzanne Vega,

"Caramel"

It won't do
to dream of caramel,
to think of cinnamon
and long for you

It won't do
to stir a deep desire,
to fan a hidden fire
that can never burn true

I know your name,
I know your skin,
I know the way
these things begin

But I don't know
how I would live with myself,
what I'd forgive of myself
if you don't go

So goodbye,
sweet appetite,
no single bite
could satisfy...

I know your name,
I know your skin,
I know the way
these things begin

But I don't know
what I would give of myself,
how I would live with myself
if you don't go

It won't do
to dream of caramel,
to think of cinnamon
and long
for you

For all those people that I met either too early or too late.

José

Nicotine Stain

It's just a habit
when I reach to the packet
for my last cigarette
until the day breaks
and then my hand shakes
but it it's just driving me insane
when the smoke gets in my brain
I can't resist it

Chorus:
Wallow in that ash bath
soaking up the fumes
and see the nicotine stain
start to spread

I'm so congested
cos north, south, east and west
catarrh rests on my chest
congealed and twisted
cough up and shift it
but I can feel my lungs collapse
sinking deep into my lap
I'm so useless

Chorus

I'm so useful
if you don't want to fight
just give your foe a fright
say you'll drop me
on every country
see all will be stone dead
when the nicotine stain spreads
just light me

Lyric: Sioux Music: Severin

Dillinger Escape Plan feat. Mike Patton.
"When Good Dogs Do Bad Things"

I'm the best you'll ever have
You're the best I'll never have

Pain...
Gone.
Rain...
Stop.
Sun...
Shine.
You're...
Mine.

Here kitty kitty kitty

MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY

Listen:
listen through the walls
the sound of quick footsteps sneaking down the hall
whispers
the pages turning
the leaky roof
the toilet flushing
numbers on the license plate

I'm nothing more than
The best you'll never have
A speck on your bedroom wall
A blood red waterfall

THE BEST YOU WILL EVER HAVE

Your dead things are locked up inside
Blow smoke rings straight back in time
Roses floating out with the tide
Dance and sing under gunfire
Open wings slowly take flight...

Around these parts a fly can live---
A fly can live a thousand years
but a man cannot die soon enough, true enough

A smiling drunk nursing a glass of milk
A girl with a face like prison bread
Over the kitchen noise I hear them howl at me

A scabby ketchup bottle and a two-dollar bill
I guess its time to pay the bill, but you know I never will
I'm hungry still...

RUN AWAY RUN AWAY RUN AWAY RUN AWAY

Mercy killing on the way
Never thought I'd hear you say
Falling to your knees and pray now...

In this crowded place I could swing a cat
And not even hit a soul...
It's just the lonely vacuum of human black holes

And I'm as dry as these thirsty trees
with big city thoughts in the dirty breeze...
promising to set me free
"waiter, check please..."

I'M THE BEST YOU WILL EVER HAVE

Never rule out Elvis... Costello that is!

Beyond Belief

History repeats the old conceits
The glib replies the same defeats
Keep your finger on important issues
With crocodile tears and a pocketful of tissues

I'm just the oily slick
On the windup world of the nervous tick
In a very fashionable hovel

I hang around dying to be tortured
You'll never be alone in the bone orchard
This battle with the bottle is nothing so novel

So in this almost empty gin palace
Through a two-way looking glass
You see your Alice

You know she has no sins
For all your jealousy
In a sense she still smiles very sweetly

Charged with insults and flattery
Her body moves with malice
Do you have to be so cruel to be callous

And now you find you fit this identikit completely
You say you have no secrets
And then leave discreetly

I might make it California's fault
Be locked in Geneva's deepest vault
Just like the canals of Mars and the great barrier reef
I come to you beyond belief

My hands were clammy and cunning
She's been suitably stunning
But I know there's not a hope in Hades
All the laddies cat call and wolf whistle
So-called gentlemen and ladies
Dog fight like rose and thistle

I've got a feeling
I'm going to get a lot of grief
Once this seemed so appealing
Now I am beyond belief

(Repeat chorus)

"well I used to be disgusted
Now I try to be amused"

But since their wings have got rusted,
You know, the angels wanna wear my red shoes.
But when they told me 'bout their side of the bargain,
That's when I knew that I could not refuse,
And I won't get any older, now the angels wanna wear my red shooo-ooes.

Pig Latin

Do you remember where you were on that day?
A day of life sentences and x-rays
My name was on that birthday cake

[Chinga]
Your mother, your father, your brother, and the thing under the covers
Your lover, the others, the leeches, and the serpents and the suckers
Your mother, your father, the babies and the nurses and the doctors
Your lover, the others, the waiting room, the gurney and the druggers
Your mother, your father, the comas and the way the spirits hover
Your lover, the others, I thought I wasn't smart enough to suffer

Speaking pig latin
Kiss me goodnight
Dreaming white satin
Kiss me goodnight

Freedom---tying your legs down
Freedom---fucking your brains out
Freedom---blowing the candles out
Freedom---waving to the crowd

And I hate long goodbyes anyway...

- - mike patton w/dillinger escape plan.

All/Explorador.


cigarettes. beyond black shades. see him yet? youll never see his face. we used to joke about foggy mornings when no ones around i start talking. i guess you wanted it to be this way and i cant say i didnt see it coming. if anyone died with a drink in his hand i know you did. if anyone died with i smile on his face i guess you did. you always had the ends to my means. i'd drive when you had to much drugs. i guess life doesnt mean that much when you already know it all. if anyone ever died with a smile on his face i know you did. if anyone ever died with a drink in his hand i know you did. but there was alcohol on your last breath and i dont need you anymore if your life means nothing to you, your death means nothing to me. dead hero, sleep. you were, but now youre not. theres something romantic about the man who went down with his ship. and i can tell all my friends about the hero who died at sea. everybody humors, everyone laughs when i tell about the things youve done. but theres nothing romantic, about the empty shoreline where i wait. if anyone ever died with a smile on his face i know you did. if anyone ever died with a drink in his hand i know you did. but there was poison in your frozen blood. and i dont need you anymore. if your life meant nothing to you then your death means nothing to me. dead hero, sleep. you were, but now youre not. i go to the shore and wait. i see the power of nature. i understand the nature of power. i do not accept this loss of you. dead hero, sleep. you live.

quote:

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Originally posted by tigerstripes:
But when they told me 'bout their side of the bargain,
That's when I knew that I could not refuse,
And I won't get any older, now the angels wanna wear my red shooo-ooes.

---

I like this one. It's perverse :-)

And here are some of my favourite lyrics:
Tom Waits, "Raindogs":
Oh, how we danced and we swallowed the night
For it was all ripe for dreaming
Oh, how we danced away all of the lights
We've always been out of our minds

once again, Tom Waits /"Train song" /
What made my dreams so hollow
was standing at the depot
with a steeple full of swallows
that could never ring the bell
and I come ten thousand miles away
with not one thing to show
well it was a train that took me away from here
but a train can't bring me home

and
Pixies "Gouge Away" :
sleeping on your belly
you break my arms
you spoon my eyes
been rubbing a bad charm
with holy fingers

cheers :-)

quote:

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Originally posted by boogerhead:
I had the pleasure of seeing Tom Waits live in 98. best show ever.

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Oh, I wish I also had. Waits is a great poet with unusual imagination..

Atmosphere - Scapegoat

It's the caffeine, the nicotine, the miligrams of tar
It's my habitat, it needs to be cleaned, it's my car
It's the fast talk they use to abuse and feed my brain
It's the cat box it needs to be changed, it's the pain
It's women, it's the plight for power it's government
It's the way you're giving knowledge
slow with thought control and subtle hints
It's rubbing it, It's itching it, It's applying cream
It's the foreigners sight seeing with high beams, It's in my dreams
It's the monsters that I conjure, It's the marijuana
It's embarrassment, displacement, it's where I wander
It's my genre, It's Madonna's videos
It's game shows, cheap liquor, blunts,
and bumper stickers with rainbows
It's angels, demons, gods, it's the white devils
It's the monitors, the soundman, it's the fucking mic levels
It's gas fumes, fast food, Tommy Hil' and mommy's pill
Columbia House music club, designer drugs and rhyming thugs
It's bloods, crips, fives, six
It's stick up kids,
It's christian conservative terrorists, it's porno flicks
It's the east coast, no it's the west coast
It's public schools, it's asbestos
It's mentholated, It's techno
It's sleep, life, and death
It's speed, coke, and meth
It's hay fever, pain relievers, oral sex, and smokers breath
It stretches for as far as the eye can see
It's reality, fuck it , it's everything but me

On and on and on and on
The list goes on and on and on and on
<> "it's all according that life on a whole..."

It's in the water, it's in the air, it's in the meat
It's indirect, indiscrete, inconsistent, incomplete
It's in the streets, every city and everywhere you go
In every man it's the insanity, the fantasy, the casualties
It's the health care system, it's welfare victims
It's assault weapons, it's television religion, and it's false lessons
It's cops, police, pigs with badges guns and sticks
It's harassment and a complex you carry when you're running shit
It's wondering if you get to eat, it's the heat
It's the winter , the weather
It's herpes, and it's forever
It's the virus that takes the lives of the weak and the strong
It's the drama that keeps on between me and my seed's mom
It's that need to speak long, it's that hunger for attention
It's the wack , who attack songs of redemption
It's prevention, It's the first solution
It's loose, it's out for retribution,
it's mental pollution...and public execution
It's the nails that keep my hands and feet to these boards
It's the part time job that governs what you can afford
It's the fear, It's the fake
It's clear it can make time stop
and leave you stranded in the year of the snake
It's the dollar, yen, pound, it's all denomination
It's hourly wages for your professional observations
It's on your face and it's in your eyes
It's everything you be
Cause it ain't me, motherfucker, cause it ain't me, uh

On and on and on and on
The list goes on and on and on and on (3x)
<> "It's all according that life on a whole..."


nod to the aleph.

"Soil as soft as Summer
and the strength to push like Spring."

Anyone heard of Carcass? Their lyrics, are well.... dark?

Vomited Anal Tract

Oral eruption
Rectal extroversion...

Your vagus implodes, as nausea strikes
Savaging your body in terminal retch
Violent spasms and decaying enzymes
Engulf your throat as you belch

Intestinal disturbance, your ileum turns inside-out
Your duodenum is thrust up towards your mouth
Your pancreas excretes stale septic pus
Your whole digestive system is now a sticky mush

Rectal vomit in your thorax
Retch your anal tract

Liquidized oesophagus mixes with bloodied excretion
As you pathetically gasp for breath
The stench of hot faeces scorch your nose
As you violently vomit to death

Your intestines are rising, up towards your throat
Stale bile escaping through your bloodied nose
Your colon digested into acidic slush
Your tongue gargling on your dislocated anus


Exhume To Consume

Grimly I dig up the turfs
To remove the corrupted stiffs
Trying to contain my excitement
As I desecrate graveolent crypts...
Fingers claw at coffin lids
Eager festal exhumation
Hugging your wry, festered remains
With post-humous joy and elation...
Body snatched, freshly interred
Whatever takes my fancy
To satisfy my gratuitous pica
My culinary necromancy...
Scrutinised then brutalised
My forensic inquisition is fulfiled
My recipe is now your epitaph
Be it fried, boiled or grilled...

I devour the pediculous corpse
Whetting my palate as I exhume
The festering stench of rotting flesh
Makes me drool as I consume...

Caskets I grate
My larder's a grave
I'm sickly obsessed (with the badly decomposed)
Rotten remains I eat
Purulent meat
What a funeral feast (putrid reek)

Weeping tissue is stripped
Pus dribbles from my lips
Pulverising this pustular chaff
Butchering up morgue's makes me laugh...

Ulcerated flesh I munch
Rotting corpses are my lunch
On bones I love to crunch (on the badly decomposed)
Shrivelled innards I lick
The corpse's head I kick
Crumbling shreds I pick (eat the stiffs)
[Solo: morbid melody for the deceased with salt to taste]

Rancid flesh, slaughter the dead
- Caskets exhumed...
Corpses disinterred, graves disturbed
- To consume...

Bereaved relatives are not amused
As on their dear departed I feverishly consume...

Slavering worms, decomposure burns
Corrosion born, as bacteria gnaw

Desecrate...
Precipitate....(from the muddy grave)
Macerate...
Eviscerate...

Caskets I grate
My larder's a grave
I'm sickly obsessed (with the badly decomposed)
Rotten remains I eat
Purulent meat
What a funeral feast (putrid reek)

Saponified fats, nibbled by rats
- freshly exhumed...
Deep down six feet is where I like to eat
- Human flesh to consume...

Antidote Needed

Boy, I need the lyrics of some cheery folksters after Nox' post.

Science Marches On
@1996 L&P Berryman. Words by Peter, Music by Lou.

(Lou
The lake dries up and the sun goes down and the rose grows old and dies
The cyclone hits like a wall o' bricks and the swelling rivers rise
The wolf's right there with a deadly glare in the lair of the newborn fawn
Draught kills trout and stars burn out but science marches on

(Peter
Drive thru CATscan, fax on the belt, modem in a wristwatch, Naugahyde pelt
Non fat lard cake, bible on a chip, parabolic smelloscope, freeze dry dip
Laser eye surgery, fusion in jars, paperless government, driverless cars
CD ROM phone book, edible earth, motherless fatherless Petri dish birth

(Lou
The eyeballs fail and the backbone bends and the hair's no longer brown
The big ears flap and I need a nap and I think I'll go lie down
I draw the shades as the future fades and the past is nearly gone
Your friends all croak and you're old and broke but science marches on

(Peter
DNA tinkertoys, clone polliwog, hydroponic parsley, virtual dog
HDTV, antigrav skis, ultrasound tooth brush, Teflon trees
Teleport phone booth, cyborg brain, vertical take off passenger train
Moneyless megamall, microchip checks, wireless digital cellular sex

(Both (alternate phrases
Ten year ice cube, time travel shorts, subatomic pinball, submarine sports
Deep space billboard, smoking vaccine, sugarless low cal soylent green
Prozac automat, faser in a pen, light emitting overcoat, sensitive men
Internet fern bar, humanoid squids, 88 gigabyte floptical kids

Black hole trashcan, moon crater home, automatic washcloth, selfpropelled comb
Sensor in the brain pan, feelavision set, flyaway Chevrolet campervan jet
Interactive oleo, La-Z-Boy shoes, autofocus windowpane, remedial blues
Self clean condo, Astroturf shrub, flashback epiphany afterlife club.

Source: http://members.aol.com/berrymanp/alyrics/science.html

Edit: Those smileys magically appeared.

(I don't know the dimensions of outer space, but if our ability to feel love turns out to be just a cosmic accident... I'd like to think this means the universe is on our side.)

I don't know how far man can go 'til he finds a way oh, that's you and me.

Let's do it once, let's do it twice, let's do it all night 'til the sunrise comes too soon in our sunship balloons

I don't care, 'cause we're gonna find a way to fly to the sun.

Let's do it once let's do it twice let's do it all night 'til the sunrise comes too soon in our Sunship Balloons oh that's you and me.

Sunship Balloons
The Flaming Lips off Ego Tripping at the Gates of Hell E.P. (2003)
(listening to this now)

I remember when he stole my girl
Drug her all around my world
You know I'm cool
And I feel all right
'cept when I'm in my room
And it's late at night

Girl: I love your sweet sweet lips

Boy: I love your salty taste

Girl: I love your fingertips

Boy: When I reach for your waist

Both: The smell of burning leather
As we hold each other tight
as the minutes run together
Flashing sparks into the night
At this moment of surrender
If you really care
Don't touch me there

The Tubes "Don't Touch Me There"

"all all god's daughters
they got ass
they got class
they got youth
all all god's sons
they got muscle
they got swagger
they got truth
/ The Cult "universal you"/
oh, I almost forgot about Nick Cave..
So here it is :

Brompton Oratory
Up those stone steps I climb
Hail this joyful day's return
Into its great shadowed vault I go
Hail the Pentecostal morn

The reading is from Luke 24
Where Christ returns to his loved ones
I look at the stone apostles
Think that it's alright for some

And I wish that I was made of stone
So that I would not have to see
A beauty impossible to define
A beauty impossible to believe

Not going to write them down:
"Adam in Chains" in "Cyberpunk" by Billy Idol (the relaxing beginning)
"Armatage Shanks" in "Dookie" (I believe) by Green Day
"O´Malley´s Bar" in "Murder Ballads" by Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds
"Die Eier von Satan" in "Aenima" by Tool
Any by Queen

MvR

Oh, all right

I forgot one, "A lap dance is so much better when the stripper is crying" in "Hooray for Boobies" by The Bloodhound Gang

I was lonelier than Kunta Kinte at a Merle Haggard concert that night I strolled on into Uncle Limpy's Hump Palace lookin' for love. It had been a while. In fact, three hundred and sixty-five had come and went since that midnight run haulin' hog to Shakey Town on I-10. I had picked up this hitchhiker that was sweatin' gallons through a pair of Daisy Duke cut-offs and one of those Fruit Of The Loom tank-tops. Well, that night I lost myself to ruby red lips, milky white skin, and baby blue eyes. Name was Russell.

Yes a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'
Yes a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'
Well I find it's quite a thrill When she grinds me against her will
Yes a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'

Well, faster than you can say, "shallow grave," this pretty little thing come up to me and starts kneadin' my balls like hard-boiled eggs in a tube sock. Said her name was Bambi and I said, "Well that's a coincidence darlin', 'cause I was just thinkin' about skinnin' you like a deer." Well, she smiled, had about as much teeth as a jack-o-lantern, and I went on to tell her how I would wear her face like a mask as I do my little kooky dance. And then she told me to shush. I guess she could sense my desperation. Course, it's hard to hide a hard-on when you're dressed like Minnie Pearl.

Yes a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'
Yes a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'
Well I find it's quite a thrill
When she grinds me against her will
Yes a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'

So, Bambi's goin' on about how she can make all my fantasies come true. So I says, "Even this one I have where Jesus Christ is jackhammerin' Mickey Mouse in the doo-doo hole with a lawn dart as Garth Brooks gives birth to something resemblin' a cheddar cheese log with almonds on Santa Claus' tummy-tum?" Well, ten beers, twenty minutes, and thirty dollars later I'm parkin' the beef bus in tuna town if you know what I mean. Got to nail her back at her trailer. That rhymes. I have to admit, it was even more of a turn-on when I found out she was doin' me to buy baby formula.

Yes a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'
Yes a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'
Well I find it's quite a thrill
When she grinds me against her will
Yes a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'

Day or so had passed when I popped the clutch, gave the tranny a spin, and slid on into The Stinky Pinky Gulp N' Guzzle Big Rig Snooze-A-Stop. There I was browsin' through the latest issue of Throb, when I saw Bambi starin' at me from the back of a milk carton. Well, my heart just dropped. So, I decided to do what any good Christian would. You cannot imagine how difficult it is to hold a half gallon of moo juice and polish the one-eyed gopher when you're doin' seventy-five in an eighteen-wheeler. I never thought missing children could be so sexy. Did I say that out loud?

Yes a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'
Yes a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'
Well I find it's quite a thrill
When she grinds me against her will
Yes a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'