06.19.2008, 06:46 AM | #21 |
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I kill children
I love to see them die I kill children And make their mamas cry Crush 'em under my car I wanna hear them scream Feed 'em poison candy To spoil their Halloween So your're in the kids' ward You're in there cos you're ill How about some Pavulon So I can see you chill Time to hit the scool bus I think I'll shoot the tires Offer them a helping hand Of open telephone wires Ever wanted to die? Of course you have But I won't till I get my revenge I don't wanna see people any more Things I never ever saw before Make me see them for the shit they are Take as many as I can away with me Anyone can be king for a day So I kill children I love to see them die I kill children And make their mamas cry I bang their heads in doors I kill children Can hardly wait for yours It never fails to make me smile. |
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06.19.2008, 06:49 AM | #22 |
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When he came out to the lock-up
He said Im looking for something better He made his shock announcement And backed off, backed down, backed off And then he got up off the floor He said Im wealthy enough, not to do this no more And he made it all known with his hands held up, palm Out And she said dont know if I should Cause I worry too much about the tests on the blood And at first it was a yes, and then a no, then a yes. A maggot sleeps on her desk H wears a sleeping bag as his vest And hes getting too too bothered About the spots on his chest, chest, chest Now shes (blank)...she laid it on And a few days later shes gone So its back to the womb To get drowned, drowned, drowned, drowned warm - Shaun William Ryder |
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06.19.2008, 07:01 AM | #23 | |
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06.19.2008, 07:12 AM | #24 | |
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06.19.2008, 07:24 AM | #25 |
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Uh, base your eyes on the guy no kind of worries if I die so pussy glai try dangerfield steppin my way bodies get creamated on a Friday the do or die way your death threater, sender, head spinner rap beginner, light dimmer 3 knockout count winner your gun reacher, bustin shot teacher your funeral service church preacher your black hearse coffin seeker The body polluter, the gat shooter the Brownsville wild Brooklyn trooper the cock D mountain mover the face basher, the mista brain smasher the ax waxer, the drug money stasher... [Smoothe] The money stasher, gun blastin razor slasher the human asthma breath taker body dump waster the glock cocker, block locker the rock chopper, the shot popper, the jock cock glocker The face splitter, human disgrace getter the lady shitter, phone joneser sneak over fuck your babysitter The chronic smokin, gun totin hearse initiator the crack supplier, the human drug generator The honey gamer, the chicken tricker the slick the long dick pussy sticker the ready to bust that ass kicker The track manoeuvre, the box barrier the off of the dome rapper the c-74 ox carrier.... [Trigga] The gun seller, the chest sweller the stick up smack bank teller the money-back dweller The stitch provider, the guess rider the clip inserter, bullet shooter experter the man next to murder... [Smoothe] The ho disser, the cunt man, the I dont want clan the stunt hitter in 34 days in a month man the front man, the Brooklyn representer the beat down center, the two brothers the hottest niggas out this fuckin winter [Trigga] The girl cheaters, the beef ass beaters the street sweep keeper, the body to concrete meeter the blood skeeter The weed smoker, the liver choker the spot stop broker, the rugged picture poser the card scrambler, royal flush same suit brouke the gambler nasty amateur damaged ya, snatch masta without the camera [Smoothe] Camera, beer guzzeler the slug to your mug tuzzeler the drug juggeler, the crazy thug hustler the Lexus wanter the chain-ring and bracelet flaunterer The chamber smoker the mansion havin sauna soaker The corner stander, the style crammer take over spot block commander the glock on cock handeler The razor spitter the fast dough casper getter the transmitter, North Carolina vagina hitter... [Trigga] The Ac kicker, internal heart dark sticker the red scope body hitter here to hang wit Digga and a buddha niggas The trigga happy, father gun call it papi my gun blow out waves patterns to keep your hair nappy The to death thinker, M.O.P. bell ringer how about some hardcore fan singer the jam swinger... [Smoothe] The Nautica wearer, the Karl Kani man the missed to get jaked, the fly man notorious ready to die man the knower killer, the expert slinger the white girl gang banger the virgin mary fucker the jesus hanger the vital kicker, the drug dealer and title stripper the idol flipper the cross breaker and bible ripper.... [Trigga] The black history driver the racial thinker The 9 to 9 to 5 offer the jaw sinker The hell fighter, the revelation writer the Egyptian spirit inviter the black body bag tire The money stasher, the shit crapper the a-k-a club basher my brother gotta record racker The battle spinner The grand prize winner The life and death beginner the 95 interstate highway to heaven sender The coke cooker, the hook up on your hooker hooker the 35cents short send my 25's over looker The rap burner, the Ike the Tina Turner ass whippin learner, the hitman, the money earner The tologist without the derma me and my little brother The cock me back, bust me off nigga The undercover glock to your head pursuer The Big Daddy Kane, Little Daddy Shane over doer |
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06.19.2008, 08:00 AM | #26 | |
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i think hes brilliant, there are very few artists in the singer/songwriter category who manage to make music that isnt bland, and i think andrew birds one of them... certainly live, he was really good, like a one man band with all his violin loops and stuff... |
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06.19.2008, 08:26 AM | #27 | |
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well then it's not about the lyrics is it? |
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06.19.2008, 08:28 AM | #28 |
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i just listened to that andrew bird. andrew bird, bright eyes, sufjan stevens, new cat power.... i want to know what is wrong with young people these days.
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06.19.2008, 08:28 AM | #29 | |
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YEAH, Cantankerous, you Ace-whateverhisnameis-dressing-up-as motherfucker. Get out of THAT why doncha. |
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06.19.2008, 08:31 AM | #30 | |
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I've recently come to the conclusion that anybody below the age of thirty, really is an absolute waste of time. |
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06.19.2008, 08:47 AM | #31 | |
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oi! i'm 30 next year. |
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06.19.2008, 08:51 AM | #32 |
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did someone say something? I hear a child's voice twittering in the background.
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06.19.2008, 08:53 AM | #33 |
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i can hear a groaning sound coming from that grey pile of clothes on the chair, what's going on?
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06.19.2008, 08:55 AM | #34 |
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Fetch me my barley sugars young Toilet and I'll tell you all about the time I managed to fight off an entire battalion of Germans with a single Scotch egg.
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06.19.2008, 09:29 AM | #35 |
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I find it hard to detach lyrics from their sung form, or the song they are a part of, so lyrics that mean things to me in the song do not come off the same when read on a page.
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06.19.2008, 09:31 AM | #36 |
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Agreed, that Happy monday's lyric I posted up just now sounds great when it's sung. But written down it just sounds naff as fuck.
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06.19.2008, 10:43 AM | #37 |
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captain beefheart-dachau blues (the best song written about the halocaust ever)
Dachau blues those poor jews Dachau blues those poor jews Down in Dachau blues, down in Dachau blues Still cryin' 'bout the burnin' back in world war two's One mad man six million lose Down in Dachau blues down in Dachau blues Dachau blues, Dachau blues those poor jews The world can't forget that misery 'n the young ones now beggin' the old ones please t' stop bein' madmen 'fore they have t' tell their children 'bout the burnin' back in World War Three's War One was balls 'n powder 'n blood 'n snow War Two rained death 'n showers 'n skeletons Danced 'n screamin' 'n dyin' in the ovens Cough 'n smoke 'n dyin' by the dozens Down in Dachau blues Down in Dachau blues Three little children with doves on their shoulders Their eyes rolled back in ecstasy cryin' Please old man stop this misery They're countin' out the devil With two fingers on their hands Beggin' the Lord don't let the third one land On World War Three On World War Three i also really like flipper's lyrics, dont get enough credit for how great they were lyrically: earthworm: I am the earthworm I live underground I am the earthworm I live in the dark I am the earthworm I live off decay I am the earthworm And no one sees me Ever The forces of dynasty are laughed at in the street Our teachers hide behind their lies But we´ve got the vision to see You waste your time running from one book to the next and when you stand in front of the mirror I might get some rest The chief looks back into the dark and no one cares to follow Lovers wait behind the phones Praying there´s no mistakes the city is made of concrete and stone But we hide in the cracks And the insects crawl through the dark knowing nothing, nothing sees them
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06.19.2008, 10:50 AM | #38 |
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Matt Johnson , from The The , he has some good lyrics.
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06.19.2008, 11:16 AM | #39 |
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post-morbidity, pre-mortality, the dying proceeds and the living intercede
on the behalf of your best interests as we perceive them and so you sign this document stating the following 'please let me go' post-morbidity, pre-mortality, facing this inevitably that i could never begin to understand what is it you see staring down the barrel of limited options? what goes through your mind as you make the decision to end all decisions? never say everything will be okay. - Off Minor Don stepped outside It feels good to be alone He wished he was drunk He thought about something he said And how stupid it had sounded He should forget about it He decided to piss, but he couldn't (A plane passes silently overhead) The streetlights, and the buds on the trees, were still It finally came, he took a deep breath It made him feel strong, and determined To go back inside The light Their backs The conversations The couples, romancing, so natural His friends stare With eyes like the heads of nails The others Glances With amusement With evasion With contempt So distant With malice For being a sty in their engagement Like swimming underwater in the darkness Like walking through an empty house Speaking to an imaginary audience And being watched from outside by Someone without a key He could not dance to anything Don left And drove And howled And laughed At himself He felt he knew what that was Don woke up And looked at the night before He knew what he had to do He was responsible In the mirror He saw his friend - Slint |
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