07.11.2006, 12:38 AM | #21 |
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Here are some honorable mentions:
Cat Power - Back of Your Head, You May Know Him, etc. Antony and the Johnsons - Entire I Am A Bird Now cd Sufjan Stevens - He Woke Me Up Again, Romulus, John Wayne Gacy, jr. Arab on Radar - God Is Dad, Mind Is A Muffler, Capt Mouth others I will think of later.
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I've seen love go by my door
It's never been this close before Never been so easy or so slow. Been shooting in the dark too long When somethin's not right it's wrong Yer gonna make me lonesome when you go. Dragon clouds so high above I've only known careless love, It's always hit me from below. This time around it's more correct Right on target, so direct, Yer gonna make me lonesome when you go. Purple clover, Queen Anne lace, Crimson hair across your face, You could make me cry if you don't know. Can't remember what I was thinkin' of You might be spoilin' me too much, love, Yer gonna make me lonesome when you go. Flowers on the hillside, bloomin' crazy, Crickets talkin' back and forth in rhyme, Blue river runnin' slow and lazy, I could stay with you forever And never realize the time. Situations have ended sad, Relationships have all been bad. Mine've been like Verlaine's and Rimbaud. But there's no way I can compare All those scenes to this affair, Yer gonna make me lonesome when you go. Yer gonna make me wonder what I'm doin', Stayin' far behind without you. Yer gonna make me wonder what I'm sayin', Yer gonna make me give myself a good talkin' to. I'll look for you in old Honolulu, San Francisco, Ashtabula, Yer gonna have to leave me now, I know. But I'll see you in the sky above, In the tall grass, in the ones I love, Yer gonna make me lonesome when you go. |
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Sorry, but I love Bright Eyes' lyrics.
"You turn on a spindle. You’re so much looser now, but you’re not explaining how you gained such new repose. I touch the clasp of your locket, with its picture held, some secret you wouldn’t tell but let it choke your neck. So we imagine a darkness where all shapes divide, solids changing into light, with a burst of heat so bright. Well fine, don’t you do what I want you to. Don’t degrade yourself the way that I do, cause you don’t depend on all the shit that I use to make my moods improve. Near a sea of pianos, there were waves of chords that crashed against the shore in one huge and useless roar. And there were girls bringing water, like a dream they came to cure the fever of my brain, and soothe my burning throat. And they made me a necklace, hanging beads of sweat on a string of my regrets, and placed it round my neck, and they were singing, “Don’t you do what you’ve wanted to. Yeah, don’t destroy yourself like those cowards do, and maybe the sun keeps coming up because it has gotten used to you and your constant need for proof.” |
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i like bright eyes also. connor oberst has way too many haters in my opinion
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pavlov hits me with more bad news
every time i answer the phone so i play and i sing and i just let it ring all day when i'm at home a defacto choice of macro or microcosmic melancholy but, baby, any way you slice it i'm thinkin i could just as soon use the time alone yes, the goons have gone global and the CEOs are shredding files and the democrins and the republicrats are flashing their toothy smiles and uncle tom is posing for a photo op with the oval office clan and uncle sam is rigging cockfights in the promised land and that knife you stuck in my back is still there it pinches a little when i sigh and moan and these days i'm thinkin i could just as soon use the time alone cuz all the wrong people have the power of suggestion and the freedom of the press is meaningless if nobody asks a question i mean, causation by definition is such a complex compilation of factors that to even try to say why is to oversimplifly but that's a far cry, isn't it dear? from acting like you're the only one there unrepentantly self-centered and unfair enter all suckers scrambling for the scoop exit mr. eye contact who took his flirt and flew the coop but whatever no matter no fishin trips no fishin cuz mamma's officially out of commission and did i mention in there somewhere did i mention somewhere in there that i traded babe ruth? yes, i traded the only player that was bigger than the game and i can't even tell you why cuz you'd think i'm insane and that's the truth and the music industry mafia is pimping girl power sniping off their sharpshooter singles from their styrofoam towers and hip hop is tied up in the back room with a logo stuffed in its mouth cuz the master's tools will never dismantle the master's house but then i'm getting away from myself as i get closer and closer to home and these days i'm thinkin i could just as soon use the time alone an i must admit today my inner pessimist seems to have got the best of me we start out sugared up on kool-aid and manifest destiny and we memorize all the president's names like little trained monkeys and then we're spit into the world so many spinny-eyed t.v. junkies incapable of unravelling the military industrial mystery preemptively pacified with history book history an i've been around the world now and i can see this about america the mind control is steep here, man the myopia is deep here and behold those that try to expose the reality who really try to realize democracy are shot with rubber bullets and gassed off the streets while the global power brokers are kept clean and discreet behind a wall behind a moat and that is all that's all she wrote an my heart beats an sss o o o sss cuz folks just couldn't care care care less less less as long as every day is superbowl sunday and larger than life women in lingerie are pouting at us from every bus stop shelovesme shelovesmenot shelovesme shelovesmenot... and "big government should not stand between a man and his money" cuz "what's good for business is good for the country" our children still take that lie like communion the same old line the confederacy used on the union conjugate liberty into libertarian and medicate it associate it with deregulation privatization we won't even know we're slaves on a corporate plantation somebody say hallelujah! somebody say damnation! cuz the profit system follows the path of least resistance and the path of least resistance is what makes the river crooked makes it serpentine capitalism is the devil's wet dream so just give me my judy garland drugs and let me get back to work cuz the empire state building is the tallest building in new york and i always got the feeling you just liked to hear it fall off your tongue but i remember my name in your mouth and i don't think i was done hearing it close to my ear on a whisper's way to a moan but pavlov hits me with more bad news every time i answer the phone so i play and i sing and i just let it ring all day when i'm at home a defacto choice of macro or microcosmic melancholy but baby, any way you slice it i'm thinkin i could just as soon use the time alone
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Please allow me to introduce myself
Im a man of wealth and taste Ive been around for a long, long year Stole many a mans soul and faith And I was round when jesus christ Had his moment of doubt and pain Made damn sure that pilate Washed his hands and sealed his fate Pleased to meet you Hope you guess my name But whats puzzling you Is the nature of my game I stuck around st. petersburg When I saw it was a time for a change Killed the czar and his ministers Anastasia screamed in vain I rode a tank Held a generals rank When the blitzkrieg raged And the bodies stank Pleased to meet you Hope you guess my name, oh yeah Ah, whats puzzling you Is the nature of my game, oh yeah I watched with glee While your kings and queens Fought for ten decades For the gods they made I shouted out, Who killed the kennedys? When after all It was you and me Let me please introduce myself Im a man of wealth and taste And I laid traps for troubadours Who get killed before they reached bombay Pleased to meet you Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah But whats puzzling you Is the nature of my game, oh yeah, get down, baby Pleased to meet you Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah But whats confusing you Is just the nature of my game Just as every cop is a criminal And all the sinners saints As heads is tails Just call me lucifer cause Im in need of some restraint So if you meet me Have some courtesy Have some sympathy, and some taste Use all your well-learned politesse Or Ill lay your soul to waste, um yeah Pleased to meet you Hope you guessed my name, um yeah But whats puzzling you Is the nature of my game, um mean it, get down Woo, who Oh yeah, get on down Oh yeah Oh yeah! Tell me baby, whats my name Tell me honey, can ya guess my name Tell me baby, whats my name I tell you one time, youre to blame
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07.11.2006, 01:23 AM | #27 |
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I agree that Conor is a good songwriter, especially when it comes to lyrics. I can't be bothered posting any of his shit, though.
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I was riding on the Mayflower
When I thought I spied some land I yelled for Captain Arab I have yuh understand Who came running to the deck Said, "Boys, forget the whale Look on over yonder Cut the engines Change the sail Haul on the bowline" We sang that melody Like all tough sailors do When they are far away at sea "I think I'll call it America" I said as we hit land I took a deep breath I fell down, I could not stand Captain Arab he started Writing up some deeds He said, "Let's set up a fort And start buying the place with beads" Just then this cop comes down the street Crazy as a loon He throw us all in jail For carryin' harpoons Ah me I busted out Don't even ask me how I went to get some help I walked by a Guernsey cow Who directed me down To the Bowery slums Where people carried signs around Saying, "Ban the bums" I jumped right into line Sayin', "I hope that I'm not late" When I realized I hadn't eaten For five days straight I went into a restaurant Lookin' for the cook I told them I was the editor Of a famous etiquette book The waitress he was handsome He wore a powder blue cape I ordered some suzette, I said "Could you please make that crepe" Just then the whole kitchen exploded From boilin' fat Food was flying everywhere And I left without my hat Now, I didn't mean to be nosy But I went into a bank To get some bail for Arab And all the boys back in the tank They asked me for some collateral And I pulled down my pants They threw me in the alley When up comes this girl from France Who invited me to her house I went, but she had a friend Who knocked me out And robbed my boots And I was on the street again Well, I rapped upon a house With the U.S. flag upon display I said, "Could you help me out I got some friends down the way" The man says, "Get out of here I'll tear you limb from limb" I said, "You know they refused Jesus, too" He said, "You're not Him Get out of here before I break your bones I ain't your pop" I decided to have him arrested And I went looking for a cop I ran right outside And I hopped inside a cab I went out the other door This Englishman said, "Fab" As he saw me leap a hot dog stand And a chariot that stood Parked across from a building Advertising brotherhood I ran right through the front door Like a hobo sailor does But it was just a funeral parlor And the man asked me who I was I repeated that my friends Were all in jail, with a sigh He gave me his card He said, "Call me if they die" I shook his hand and said goodbye Ran out to the street When a bowling ball came down the road And knocked me off my feet A pay phone was ringing It just about blew my mind When I picked it up and said hello This foot came through the line Well, by this time I was fed up At tryin' to make a stab At bringin' back any help For my friends and Captain Arab I decided to flip a coin Like either heads or tails Would let me know if I should go Back to ship or back to jail So I hocked my sailor suit And I got a coin to flip It came up tails It rhymed with sails So I made it back to the ship Well, I got back and took The parkin' ticket off the mast I was ripping it to shreds When this coastguard boat went past They asked me my name And I said, "Captain Kidd" They believed me but They wanted to know What exactly that I did I said for the Pope of Eruke I was employed They let me go right away They were very paranoid Well, the last I heard of Arab He was stuck on a whale That was married to the deputy Sheriff of the jail But the funniest thing was When I was leavin' the bay I saw three ships a-sailin' They were all heading my way I asked the captain what his name was And how come he didn't drive a truck He said his name was Columbus I just said, "Good luck."
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07.11.2006, 01:25 AM | #29 |
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ha! there's proof. bob dylan discovered america. not columbus
Haven't got a lot to learn And my eyes they stray again Looking for a satellite In the rays of heaven again There's no other ending Sunday sun Yesterdays are ending Sunday sun Jealous minds walk in a line And their faces jade the strain Stranded in infinity rooms And they're safe from any harm There's no other ending Sunday sun Yesterdays are mending |
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"they asked me for some collateral, and i pulled down my pants"
that is one of dylan's most genius lines.
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Xiu Xiu lyrics is mostly pretty sick
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oh and i think connor is a genius. hes got some great lyrics.
possibly one of the most important voices of our generation. just an opinion. |
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Importance, how?
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ok maybe not important...
but i dont know, i think people will be talking about connor for years to come |
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Everything by The Velvet Underground I mean comon guys Lou Reed is the fucking MASTER of genius lyrics!
The Velvet Underground - Heroin I don't know just where I'm going But I'm gonna try for the kingdom, if I can 'Cause it makes me feel like I'm a man When I put a spike into my vein And I'll tell ya, things aren't quite the same When I'm rushing on my run And I feel just like Jesus' son And I guess that I just don't know And I guess that I just don't know I have made the big decision I'm gonna try to nullify my life 'Cause when the blood begins to flow When it shoots up the dropper's neck When I'm closing in on death And you can't help me not, you guys And all you sweet girls with all your sweet silly talk You can all go take a walk And I guess that I just don't know And I guess that I just don't know I wish that I was born a thousand years ago I wish that I'd sail the darkened seas On a great big clipper ship Going from this land here to that In a sailor's suit and cap Away from the big city Where a man can not be free Of all of the evils of this town And of himself, and those around Oh, and I guess that I just don't know Oh, and I guess that I just don't know Heroin, be the death of me Heroin, it's my wife and it's my life Because a mainer to my vein Leads to a center in my head And then I'm better off than dead Because when the smack begins to flow I really don't care anymore About all the Jim-Jim's in this town And all the politicians makin' busy sounds And everybody puttin' everybody else down And all the dead bodies piled up in mounds 'Cause when the smack begins to flow Then I really don't care anymore Ah, when the heroin is in my blood And that blood is in my head Then thank God that I'm as good as dead Then thank your God that I'm not aware And thank God that I just don't care And I guess I just don't know And I guess I just don't know
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And some of Kurt cobain's are nice.
I SAID SOME!!! I know most of it is shit.
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Pretty much anything by Nick Cave.
Are you the one that I've been waiting for? I've felt you coming girl, as you drew near I knew you'd find me, cause I longed you here Are you my desitiny? Is this how you'll appear? Wrapped in a coat with tears in your eyes? Well take that coat babe, and throw it on the floor Are you the one that I've been waiting for? As you've been moving surely toward me My soul has comforted and assured me That in time my heart it will reward me And that all will be revealed So I've sat and I've watched an ice-age thaw Are you the one that I've been waiting for? Out of sorrow entire worlds have been built Out of longing great wonders have been willed They're only little tears, darling, let them spill And lay your head upon my shoulder Outside my window the world has gone to war Are you the one that I've been waiting for? O we will know, won't we? The stars will explode in the sky O but they don't, do they? Stars have their moment and then they die There's a man who spoke wonders though I've never met him He said, "He who seeks finds and who knocks will be let in" I think of you in motion and just how close you are getting And how every little thing anticipates you All down my veins my heart-strings call Are you the one that I've been waiting for? |
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Or Cowboy Junkies
Sun comes up, it's Tuesday morning Sun comes up, it's Tuesday morning hits me straight in the eye guess you forgot to close the blind last night Oh, that's right, I forgot, it was me I sure do miss the smell of black coffee in the morning, the sound of water splashing all over the bathroom, the kiss that you would give me even though I was sleeping, but I kind of like the feel of this extra few feet in my bed Telephone's ringing, but I don't answer it 'cause everybody knows that good news always sleeps till noon Guess it's tea and toast for breakfast again maybe I'll add a little T.V. too No milk! God, how I hate that Guess I'll go to the corner, get breakfast from Jenny She's got a black eye this morning, `Jen how'd ya get it?' she says, `Last night, Bobby got a little bit out of hand' Lunchtime. I start to dial your number then I remember so I reach for something to smoke and anyways I'd rather listen to Coltrane than go through all that shit again There's something about an afternoon spent doing nothing Just listening to records and watching the sun falling Thinking of things that don't have to add up to something and this spell won't be broken by the sound of keys scraping in the lock Maybe tonight it's a movie with plenty of room for elbows and knees a bag of popcorn all to myself, black and white with a strong female lead and if I don't like it, no debate, I'll leave Here comes that feeling that I'd forgotten how strange these streets feel when you're alone on them Each pair of eyes just filled with suggestion So I lower my head, make a beeline for home Seething inside Funny, I'd never noticed the sound the streetcars make as they pass my window Which reminds me that I forgot to close the blind again Yeah, sure I'll admit there are times when I miss you Especially like now when I need someone to hold me but there are some things that can never be forgiven and I just gotta tell you that I kinda like this extra few feet in my bed |
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Belle and Sebastian
"Expectations" Monday morning wake up knowing that you've gotta go to school Tell your mum what to expect, she says it's right out of the blue Do you want to work in Debenham's, 'cause that's what they expect Start in Lingerie, and Doris is your supervisor And the head said that you always were a queer one from the start For careers you say you wanna be remembered for your art Your obsessions get you known throughout the school for being strange Making life-size models of the Velvet Underground in clay In the queue for lunch they take the piss, you've got no appetite And the rumour is you never go with boys and you are tight So they jab you with a fork, you drop the tray and go berserk While you're cleaning up the mess the teacher's looking up your skirt Hey you've been used Write a song, I'll sing along Are you calm? Settle down Soon you will know that you are sane You're on top of the world again Monday morning wake up knowing that you've gotta go to school Tell your mum what to expect, she says it's right out of the blue Do you wanna work in C&A, 'cause that's what they expect Move to Lingerie and take a feel off Joe the Storeman Tell Veronica the secret of the boy you never kissed She's got everything to gain 'cause she's a fat girl with a lisp She sticks up for you when you get aggravation from the snobs 'Cause you can't afford a blazer girl you're always wearing clogs At the interval you lock yourself away inside a room Head of English gets you, asks you, "What the Hell do you think you're doing?" "Do you think you're better then the other kids? Well get outside." You've got permission, but you've got to make the bastard think he's right |
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