Random Lyrics Thread

[rocketman]

A Song for Dustmites - Steve Burns

Nano you
And nano me
Living beside me
The micron sea
Will the stars spin around
the earth again
I don't know
It's up to them
They'll get to it later

The biggest baddest world
You've ever seen
Is smaller than a tear
Where all the kids have robot hearts
And dustmites fight with micro gears
When the earth was still
And the universe spun round

Biggest baddest world
You've ever seen
Is smaller than a tear
Where all the kids have robot hearts
And dustmites fight with micro gears

Tangled Up In Blue - Bob Dylan

Early one mornin' the sun was shinin',
I was layin' in bed
Wond'rin' if she'd changed at all
If her hair was still red.
Her folks they said our lives together
Sure was gonna be rough
They never did like Mama's homemade dress
Papa's bankbook wasn't big enough.
And I was standin' on the side of the road
Rain fallin' on my shoes
Heading out for the East Coast
Lord knows I've paid some dues gettin' through,
Tangled up in blue.

She was married when we first met
Soon to be divorced
I helped her out of a jam, I guess,
But I used a little too much force.
We drove that car as far as we could
Abandoned it out West
Split up on a dark sad night
Both agreeing it was best.
She turned around to look at me
As I was walkin' away
I heard her say over my shoulder,
"We'll meet again someday on the avenue,"
Tangled up in blue.

I had a job in the great north woods
Working as a cook for a spell
But I never did like it all that much
And one day the ax just fell.
So I drifted down to New Orleans
Where I happened to be employed
Workin' for a while on a fishin' boat
Right outside of Delacroix.
But all the while I was alone
The past was close behind,
I seen a lot of women
But she never escaped my mind, and I just grew
Tangled up in blue.

She was workin' in a topless place
And I stopped in for a beer,
I just kept lookin' at the side of her face
In the spotlight so clear.
And later on as the crowd thinned out
I's just about to do the same,
She was standing there in back of my chair
Said to me, "Don't I know your name?"
I muttered somethin' underneath my breath,
She studied the lines on my face.
I must admit I felt a little uneasy
When she bent down to tie the laces of my shoe,
Tangled up in blue.

She lit a burner on the stove and offered me a pipe
"I thought you'd never say hello," she said
"You look like the silent type."
Then she opened up a book of poems
And handed it to me
Written by an Italian poet
From the thirteenth century.
And every one of them words rang true
And glowed like burnin' coal
Pourin' off of every page
Like it was written in my soul from me to you,
Tangled up in blue.

I lived with them on Montague Street
In a basement down the stairs,
There was music in the cafes at night
And revolution in the air.
Then he started into dealing with slaves
And something inside of him died.
She had to sell everything she owned
And froze up inside.
And when finally the bottom fell out
I became withdrawn,
The only thing I knew how to do
Was to keep on keepin' on like a bird that flew,
Tangled up in blue.

So now I'm goin' back again,
I got to get to her somehow.
All the people we used to know
They're an illusion to me now.
Some are mathematicians
Some are carpenter's wives.
Don't know how it all got started,
I don't know what they're doin' with their lives.
But me, I'm still on the road
Headin' for another joint
We always did feel the same,
We just saw it from a different point of view,
Tangled up in blue.

[Van Cruncheon]

God Bob Dylan is a cigarillo.
--
Baby Raper Lyrics
by Gwar

Babyraper, sperm creator
Hulking, brutish masturbator
Babyraper, emasculator
Fleshy flap valve navigator
Never leave me,
Babyraper
Melted cum ejaculator
Spackled filth evaporator
High colonic spackulator the
Babyraper the Babyraper
My quest for sex consumes all my life
Being a god I do what i like I know it hurts you when I fuck a child
Cum-sumed with cumming I've simply gone wild
Drinking and drowning in lakes full of lust
I'll still jerk off even when I cum dust
My sex is my hatred
My penis a tool
My balls are imploding I'm playing the fool
My butt crack is folding
The crap that it's holding I heap it all over the stool
Oh, Babyraper I'm the fucking
Babyraper I'm the guy who stiffed the waiter
Mangled public flagellator
Turgid bowel exaggerator
Fleshy flap-valved gladiator

 

[demi]

There's four cruisers flashing in my rear view,
And they're not gonna take me out. I’d watch it. What'd you do now?
There's four cruisers weighing on my conscience.
There is one thing for sure, this is not a fucking love song.

My fear is gone, and still I don't know why,
I waited for so long to let you know. (I'm not goin' back!)
Now this is all your fault and there’s no one left to blame.
Did you think we’d make it out? Did you know?

Do you know?
Oh, yeah!

Somewhere out there, there’s a man on the ground who ain't livin' anymore.
And his name is written on my knuckles. Take me. Take my fuckin' burden.

There's four cruisers flashing in my rear view,
They're never gonna take me out. I'd watch it. What'd you do?
In each cruiser is a man with his gun,
And his fancy little bullets with my name on 'em.

My fear is gone, and still I don't know why,
I waited for so long to let you know. (I'm not goin' back!)
Now this was all your fault and there’s no one left to blame.
Did you even think this out? Did you know?

Hey hey, ho ho!
Wild chase to the open road.
Hey hey, ho ho!
This car is too fuckin' slow.

I don't know where I'm going but I'm not slowing down.
And I'll die before I stop this fuckin' car.
Street lights and white lines.
This is all I have left. This is all I have!

Flashing lights and racing hearts.
Will you ever just slow down?
How did we end up here?
And all those sirens are getting louder.
Flashing lights and racing hearts.
I don't think we're gonna make it out.
This won't end well. (...make it out...)
This won't end well.

[Diablos]

Sometimes in the morning I am petrified and can't move
awake but cannot open my eyes
and the weight is crushing down on my lungs I know I can't breath
and hope someone will help me this time
your mother's still calling you insane and high
swearing it's different this time
and you tell her to give in to the demons that possess her
and that godnever blessed her insides
then you hang up the phone and feel badly for upsetting things
and crawl back into bed to dream of a time
when your heart was open wide and you loved things just because
like the sick and the dying

and sometimes when you're on you're really fucking on
and your friends they sing along and they love you
but the lows are so extreme that the good seems fucking cheap
and it teases you for weeks in its absense
but you'll fight and you'll make it through
you'll fake it if you have to
and you'll show up for work with a smile
and you'll be be better you'll be smarter
more grown up and a better daughter
or son and a real good friend
and you'll be awake and you'll be alert
you'll be positive though it hurts
and you'll laugh and embrace all your friends
and you'll be a real good listener
you'll be honest you'll be brave
you'll be handsome you'll be beautiful
you'll be happy

your ship may be coming in
you're weak but not giving in
to the cries and the wails of the valley below
your ship may be coming in
you're weak but not giving in
and you'll fight it you'll go out fighting all of them...

[Thee Reverend Gary Davis]

I think I’ve become one of the others
I think I’ve become one of the others
I think I’ve become one of the others

There was a frail syrup dripping off
His lap danced lapel, punctuated by her
Decrepit prowl she washed down the hatching
Gizzard soft as a mane of needles
His orifice icicles hemorrhaged
By combing her torso to a pile
Perspired the trophy shelves made room for his collapse
She was a mink handjob in sarcophagus heels

Bring me to my knees
Read the sharpened lines
All my arms
Bled me blind

Faucet leaks in shadows
Spilling from morgue lancet
Caressed your fontanelle

I've sworn to kill
Every last one
Every last one

Panic in the shakes of the wounded
Panic in the worms
Onto the floor
And out of your mouth
Out of your eyelids

No there’s no light
In the darkest of your furthest reaches
No there’s no light
In the darkest of your furthest reaches

All your dreams
splintered off
Leech by leech
On this catafalque

Anyone will tell you
Yes anyone
Chance had me setting a trip wire alarm

Your mother flirted with disease
When she skinned that costume by it’s navel strings

Panic in the shakes of the wounded
Panic in the worms
Onto the floor
And out of your mouth
And out of your eyelids

No there’s no light
In the darkest of your furthest reaches
No there’s no light
In the darkest of your furthest reaches
No there’s no light
In the darkest of your furthest reaches
No there’s no light
In the darkest of your furthest reaches

Shockless shackles free you
Fools taste tongues
I better leave you again,
I won't be owned
Not this time

Shockless shackles free you
Volt face cons
abandon you again
I won’t feel not this time

Brick by brick
the night eclipsed
Pricked by cuticle thorns
Dried the sleep
on nursery slits
Into this life I’m born

Heaven's just a scab away
I'd like to see you after just one taste

Sink your teeth into the flesh of midnight
Night forever more
let them see it has begun
The others I’ve become

If you should see the dice
Charmed with it’s snaked choked eyes
You’ll wear the widows weeds
Because they’re just your size

Behind the snail secretion
Leaves a dry heave that absorbs
a limbless procreation
let the infant crawled deformed

A bag replace the breath
of these suffocating sheets
and now when the craving calls
I'll scratch my itchy teeth

And soon
Come on
if you don't know...
Come on
if you dont know

Sink your teeth into
the flesh of midnight
Night forever more
Sink your teeth into
the flesh of midnight
Night forever more

She fell for the whispers
Sister flooded deaf tears
that night tore a river
in her baron womb mirror

And his multiple sons
with their mandible tongues
set crucified fires to petrified homes
let it burn

And the owls they were watching
and the owls did't care
then the owls came a knocking
placenta in their stares

They will feed on all the carnage
leftover from the flood
and in the corner of their eyes
fled sister L'Via

Now the pieces went floating
reflecting all at dusk
conceived from the stabbing
was Vismund Cygnus

25 wives in the lake tonight
raw bark in the water of the marble shrine
25 snakes pour out your eyes
yeah the icepicks cumming on the marble shrine
25 snakes are drowning

You cant bend your crooked arms
or fold your punctured proof
the air is growing cold
and there's nothing you can do

Soon there'll be no gauze
inside the confessional
only rows of crows
defrocking every breath

And one day you'll remember
behind the melting cones
I said one day you'll remember
behind the melting cones
you've already had a family
in the burial of your home

Not forevermore

And I peel back all of my skin
peel it back let it all run


Brick by brick
the night eclipsed
Pricked by cuticle thorns
Dried the sleep
on nursery slits
Into this life I’m born

Heaven's just a scab away
I'd like to see you after just one taste

Sink your teeth into the flesh of midnight
Night forever more
let them see it has begun
The others I’ve become

No there’s no light
In the darkest of your furthest reaches
No there’s no light
In the darkest of your furthest reaches
No there’s no light
In the darkest of your furthest reaches
No there’s no light
In the darkest of your furthest reaches

No there's no light (No there's no light, no there's no time)
In the darkest of your furthest reaches (You ain't got nothing your life was just a lie)
No there's no light (No there's no light, no there's no time)
In the darkest of your furthest reaches (You ain't got nothing, you ain't got...)

The ocean floor is hidden from your viewing lense
A depth perception languished in the night
All my life I've been sewing the wounds
But the seeds sprout a lachrymal cloud


 

[demi]

You’re going to need permission
To have your own opinion.
When the bosses frown
Time slows down for so long.
I’m painting pictures with newspaper clippings.
Contemplating conspiracy theories,
All around.
Listen well,

I’ve got some blackmail,
I’ll never tell.
Hope that I don’t get put away.
No, it’s not a slap in the face.
It’s just incase
I can’t escape or can’t run away now.

Restricted information
Or a cataclysmic nature.
Do not ask.
Do not tell.
You will be
Hunted down.
You can't run.
There's no help.

I’ve got some blackmail,
I’ll never tell.
Hope that I don’t get put away.
No, it’s not a slap in the face.
It’s just incase
I can’t escape or I can’t run away now.

Just let me disappear.
I’ve got your smoking gun
And no one knows its here.

I’ve got some blackmail,
I’ll never tell.
Hope that I don’t get put away.
No, it’s not a slap in the face.
It’s just incase
I can’t escape or I can’t run away now.

[rocketman]

Superstition by Stevie Wonder
Very superstitious, writing's on the wall,
Very superstitious, ladders bout' to fall,
Thirteen month old baby, broke the lookin' glass
Seven years of bad luck, the good things in your past.

When you believe in things that you don't understand,
Then you suffer,
Superstition ain't the way

Very superstitious, wash your face and hands,
Rid me of the problem, do all that you can,
Keep me in a daydream, keep me goin' strong,
You don't wanna save me, sad is my song.

When you believe in things that you don't understand,
Then you suffer,
Superstition ain't the way, yeh, yeh.

Very superstitious, nothin' more to say,
Very superstitious, the devil's on his way,
Thirteen month old baby, broke the lookin' glass,
Seven years of bad luck, good things in your past

When you believe in things that you don't understand,
Then you suffer,
Superstition ain't the way, no, no, no

[rocketman]

Down in the workshop all the elves were making toys
For the good Gentile girls and the good Gentile boys
When the boss busted in, nearly scared 'em half to death
Had a rifle in his hands and cheap whiskey on his breath
From his beard to his boots he was covered WITH ammo
Like a big fat drunk disgruntled Yuletide Rambo
And he smiled as he said with a twinkle in his eye
"Merry Christmas to all - now you're all gonna die!"

The night Santa went crazy
The night Saint Nick went insane
Realized he'd been getting the raw deal
Something finally must've snapped in his brain

Well the workshop is gone now, he decided to bomb it
Everywhere you'll find pieces of Cupid and Comet
And he tied up his helpers and he held the elves hostage
And he ground up poor Rudolph into reindeer sausage
He got Dancer and Prancer with an old German Luger
And he slashed up Dasher just like Freddy Krueger
Then he picked up a flamethrower and he barbecued Blitzen
Then he took a big bite and said "It tastes just like chicken!"

The night Santa went crazy
The night Kris Kringle went nuts
Now you can't hardly walk around the North Pole
Without stepping in reindeer guts

There's the National Guard and the FBI
There's a van from the Eyewitness News
And helicopters circling 'round in the sky
Now the bullets are flying the body count's rising
And everyone’s dying to know -oh Santa, why?
My, my, my, my, my, my - you used to be such a jolly guy.

Yes, Virginia, now Santa's doing time
In a Federal prison for his infamous crime
Hey little friend now, don't you cry no more tears
He'll be out with good behavior in seven hundred more years.

(Alternate verse used in concert)
Yes, Virginia, now Santa Claus is dead
A guy from the SWAT team blew a hole through his head
Yes, little friend, that's his brains on the floor
Guess you won't have the fat guy to kick around anymore

But now Vixen's in therapy and Donner's still nervous
And the elves all got jobs working for the postal service
And they say Mrs. Claus she's on the phone every night
With a lawyer negotiating the movie rights
(They talk about)

The night Santa went crazy
The night Saint Nicholas flipped
Broke his back for some milk and cookies
sounds to me like he was kinda getting gypped

Wo, The night Santa went crazy
The night Saint Nick went insane
Realized he'd been getting the raw deal
Something finally must've snapped in his brain
Wo, Something finally must've snapped in his brain
Tell ya something finally must've snapped in his brain.

:elf :elf :elf :elf

[Vizzys]

[Verse 1]
Oh, yeah, who wanna rip with Styles?
The whole place on the lookout for Mr. Brown
We've got, plenty of clues and forensic files
Plus, envious crews, so we trip for miles
It's (Mister Brown!)
Yeah, you know the drill
Never holdin' 'em still
Roll 'em over the hill
Just glide, close your mouth and open the blinds
Took the wings off a bird and let it float to the side
Say (What?) to hear me callin
Shoutin out my name and playin' this in the Walkman

[Chorus]
Aiyo, crash the gates
Aiyo, pack the place up
Break stuff, takin' all the paper
I'mma stay laced up
Keep a shank tucked, take a pay cut
Even let you keep the dang paste up (really?)
Say somethin, punk, what, put away the blank gun
Fakes wanna talk about bank but they make none
Live from the sweatbox, sucking on the fat
Pop some, lookin' for the foxhunt, peace

[Verse 2]
Yo, the joke's over, slap the bloke sober
Catch a .40 caliber case of glaucoma
Riders like Johnny Depp rollin' with Winona
Big trunk fulla shit, blow the globe up
So what? nobody knows us, got no love
Pop 6, Ryu and Tak, cops know what it does
Hot shit by the bungalow, drop the bloody glove
Won't get caught killin' today, baby, cause I'm a thug

Bottles of beer from the land of five horses
Man who wasn't there like Billy Bob Thornton
Crush-crew landin in, steppin' into the scene
Fertilize new lawns, a Requiem for a Dream
It's (Mister Brown!), legendary assignment
Searchlights hover, but can't seem to find him
Track down whatever you can in the mist
In this case, it's strictly the hand of a fist
So (What?), keep your eyes peeled, post and look fresh
Like, Mammoth and Ideal , hope to hook checks

Aiyo, what's up, ticket the blows
Plus, jack whoever wanted with us, get slapped up, let it be known
Mr. Brown got somethin' to bust
The blue steel touchin' his nuts
The pump got a sick mind of it's own
Oh, crackin' the globe like the edible egg
A nuclear rap bazooka with incredible aim
Who can you blame? I'm a troop cooped in a cage
And it's a thin line between a chipped tooth and a fang, come on

Yo, it's just one of those things
Where you wanna ride but it just won't swing
Wanna kick a rhyme, but it just don't bang
Oh, you've got that new shit that still sounds played
Yo, it's just one of those things
Where you wanna ride but it just won't swing
Wanna kick a rhyme, but it just don't bang
Oh, you've got that new shit that still sounds played

[brawndolicious]

ahh...
yeah...

ahh...
yeah...

What's up with whats going down
In every city, in every town
Cramped styles is the plan
They've got us in the palm of everyhand

When we pretend that we're dead
When we pretend that we're dead
They can't hear a word we said
When we pretend that we're dead

Come on, come on, come on, come on,
Come on, come on, come on, come on,
Come on, come on, come on, come on,
Come on, come on, come on, come on

Turn the tables with our unity
They're niether moral nor majority
Wake up and smell the coffee
Or just say no to individuality

When we pretend that we're dead
pretend we're dead
When we pretend that we're dead
pretend that we're dead
They can't hear a word we said
pretend we're dead
When we pretend that we're dead

Come on, come on, come on, come on,
Come on, come on, come on, come on,
Come on, come on, come on, come on,
Come on, come on, come on, come on

When we pretend that we're dead
pretend we're dead
When we pretend that we're dead
pretend that we're dead
They can't hear a word we said
pretend we're dead
When we pretend that we're dead

Come on, come on, come on, come on,
dead. . . .
pretend we're dead
dead. . . .
Come on, come on, come on, come on,
dead. . . .
pretend we're dead
dead. . . .
Come on, come on, come on, come on,
dead. . . .
pretend we're dead. . .