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    "You don't need eyes to see, you need vision."


    Actually, that reminds me, I really love the Insomnia lyrics. So many similar sounds in there. I can't remember the technical term. :p: But I really love that kind of thing.

    Whether Long Range Wheap-on Or Suicide Bomb-ar Hate Is A Weapon Of Mass Destruction

    "...i'm in the living room
    watching the watergate hearings
    while my stepfather yells at my mother
    launches a glass across the room
    straight at her head
    and i dash upstairs to take cover
    lean in close to my little record player on the floor
    so this is what the volume knob's for..."

    Dance Music - The Mountain Goats

    "I broke free on a Saturday morning
    I put the pedal to the floor
    headed north on mills avenue
    and listened to the engine roar

    my broken house behind me
    and good things ahead
    a girl named Cathy
    wants a little of my time
    six cylinders underneath the hood
    crashing and kicking
    listen to the engine whine

    i am going to make it through this year
    if it kills me
    i am going to make it though this year
    if it kills me

    i played video games in a drunken haze
    i was seventeen years young
    hurt my knuckles punching the machines
    the taste of scotch rich on my tongue

    and then Cathy showed up
    and we hung out
    trading swigs from a bottle
    all bitter and clean
    locking eyes
    holding hands
    twin high maintenance machines

    i am going to make it through this year
    if it kills me
    i am going to make it though this year
    if it kills me

    i drove home in the California dusk
    i could feel the alcohol inside of me hum
    pictured the look on my stepfather's face
    ready for the bad things to come
    i down shifted
    as i pulled into the driveway
    the motor screaming out
    stuck in second gear
    the scene ends badly
    as you might imagine
    in a cavalcade of anger and fear

    there will be feasting and dancing
    in Jerusalem next year

    i am going to make it through this year
    if it kills me
    i am going to make it though this year
    if it kills me"

    This Year - The Mountain Goats

    (Original post by lazydays)
    "You don't need eyes to see, you need vision."

    cool...is that Sister Bliss as your avatar?

    If I could make all of my words count, I'd ditch numbers altogether for sure

    I like those lyrics.

    (Original post by SamTheMan)
    cool...is that Sister Bliss as your avatar?
    Hehe, Yeah, it was.

    Whether Long Range Wheap-on Or Suicide Bomb-ar Hate Is A Weapon Of Mass Destruction
    Wicked mind...is a weapon of mass Destruction. You were close. :p:

    Maxi jazz is a lyrical genious!

    Genius. You were close.

    See what I did there?

    Haha! Yeah. I should stop trying to spell in the mornings!

    Radiohead - Fake Plastic Trees

    some samples:
    Her green plastic watering can
    For her fake chinese rubber plant
    In fake plastic earth.
    That she bought from a rubber man
    In a town full of rubber plants
    Just to get rid of itself.
    And it wears her out, it wears her out
    It wears her out, it wears her out.

    She lives with a broken man
    A cracked polystyrene man
    Who just crumbles and burns.
    He used to do surgery
    For girls in the eighties
    But gravity always wins.

    At The Drive-In - Invalid Litter Department
    (this song is about women factory workers in New Mexico who are subject to crime)

    i'm just gonna paste the whole song (minus the chorus repeats) because it's just so darn brilliant.

    intravenously polite it was the walkie-talkies
    that had knocked the pins down
    while her shoes gripped the dirt floor
    in the silhouette of dying
    (dancing on the corpses ashes)

    yeah, they had plans for him
    they had spun the last of the pimps
    polyester, satin nailed jewellery lips
    while the guillotine laughed again
    (dancing on the corpses ashes)

    and paramedics fell into the wound
    like a rehired scab at a barehanded plan
    an anesthetic penance beneath
    the hail of the contraband
    (dancing on the corpses ashes)

    on my way
    nails broke and fell
    into the
    wishing well

    they had been defected and excommunicated
    and all the pulses were subverted
    and they made sure the obituaries
    showed pictures of smoke stacks
    (dancing on the corpses ashes)

    a vivid dissection that mocked
    the strut of vivisection
    semi-automatic colonies
    and a silencing that still walks the streets
    (dancing on the corpses ashes)

    in the company of wolves
    was a stretcher made of
    cobblestone curfews
    the federales perform
    their custodial customs quite well
    (dancing on the corpses ashes)

    callous heels
    numbed in travel
    endless maps made
    by their scalpels

    oh poop i nearly forgot

    Bob Dylan - Subterranean Homesick Blues
    the video makes the lyrics more resonant

    Johnny's in the basement
    Mixing up the medicine
    I'm on the pavement
    Thinking about the government
    The man in the trench coat
    Badge out, laid off
    Says he's got a bad cough
    Wants to get it paid off
    Look out kid
    It's somethin' you did
    God knows when
    But you're doin' it again
    You better duck down the alley way
    Lookin' for a new friend
    The man in the coon-skin cap
    In the big pen
    Wants eleven dollar bills
    You only got ten

    Maggie comes fleet foot
    Face full of black soot
    Talkin' that the heat put
    Plants in the bed but
    The phone's tapped anyway
    Maggie says that many say
    They must bust in early May
    Orders from the D. A.
    Look out kid
    Don't matter what you did
    Walk on your tip toes
    Don't try "No Doz"
    Better stay away from those
    That carry around a fire hose
    Keep a clean nose
    Watch the plain clothes
    You don't need a weather man
    To know which way the wind blows

    Get sick, get well
    Hang around a ink well
    Ring bell, hard to tell
    If anything is goin' to sell
    Try hard, get barred
    Get back, write braille
    Get jailed, jump bail
    Join the army, if you fail
    Look out kid
    You're gonna get hit
    But users, cheaters
    Six-time losers
    Hang around the theaters
    Girl by the whirlpool
    Lookin' for a new fool
    Don't follow leaders
    Watch the parkin' meters

    Ah get born, keep warm
    Short pants, romance, learn to dance
    Get dressed, get blessed
    Try to be a success
    Please her, please him, buy gifts
    Don't steal, don't lift
    Twenty years of schoolin'
    And they put you on the day shift
    Look out kid
    They keep it all hid
    Better jump down a manhole
    Light yourself a candle
    Don't wear sandals
    Try to avoid the scandals
    Don't wanna be a bum
    You better chew gum
    The pump don't work
    'Cause the vandals took the handles

    Punctured bicycle
    On a hillside desolate
    Will nature make a man of me yet ?

    When in this charming car
    This charming man

    Why pamper life's complexities
    When the leather runs smooth
    On the passenger seat ?

    I would go out tonight
    But I haven't got a stitch to wear
    This man said "it's gruesome
    That someone so handsome should care"

    The Smiths - This Charming Man

    Like a bird on the wire,
    like a drunk in a midnight choir
    I have tried in my way to be free.
    Like a worm on a hook,
    like a knight from some old fashioned book
    I have saved all my ribbons for thee.
    If I, if I have been unkind,
    I hope that you can just let it go by.
    If I, if I have been untrue
    I hope you know it was never to you.
    Like a baby, stillborn,
    like a beast with his horn
    I have torn everyone who reached out for me.
    But I swear by this song
    and by all that I have done wrong
    I will make it all up to thee.
    I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch,
    he said to me, "You must not ask for so much."
    And a pretty woman leaning in her darkened door,
    she cried to me, "Hey, why not ask for more?"

    Oh like a bird on the wire,
    like a drunk in a midnight choir
    I have tried in my way to be free.

    Leonard Cohen - Bird On A Wire

    I must have read a thousand faces
    I must have robbed them of their cause

    She was gonna be an actress
    She was gonna be a star
    She was gonna shake her ass
    On the hood of White Snake's car

    Bruce Springsteen, Madonna
    Way before Nirvana
    There was U2 and Blondie
    And music still on MTV
    Her two kids in high school
    They tell her that she's uncool
    'Cause she's still preoccupied
    With 19, 19, 1985

    She’s seen all the classics
    She knows every line
    "Breakfast Club", "Pretty In Pink"
    Even "St. Elmo's Fire"
    She rocked out to Wham!
    Not a big Limp Bizkit fan
    Thought she'd get a hand
    On a member of Duran Duran

    Where's the mini-skirt made of snakeskin
    And who's the other guy that's singing in Van Halen?
    When did reality become T.V.?
    What ever happened to sitcoms, game shows,
    (on the radio)

    She hates time, make it stop
    When did Motley Crue become classic rock? (classic rock)
    And when did Ozzy become an actor?
    Please make this stop, stop!

    Here we go... :p:

    The Power And The Glory - God And Gold

    So we surrender to the silence with every notch in the skyline serving as a mass grave-marker born from broken backs and vapid stares.
    Harlequins and whores build scaffolding that scrapes into the sky asking "What was the price that we put on our lives as we sold ourselves and were sold ourselves as flags we (p)raised (d)raped our dead in turn as billboards leered and we spread our legs as wide as hours became days and days became our lives?"
    And after we've bought the sky and sold the sky and bled the sky the heavens will not come crashing the trumpets will not sound because it is all a lie.
    All of it is a lie.
    When every clock face can't keep from mocking, when every back can't keep from breaking, just keep listening for the angels singing, just keep swallowing what they keep feeding.
    Just keep hoping, just keep bleeding, just keep dying, and never stop believing.

    i like iris by goo goo dolls esp the chorus
    anything by joy division, love will tear us apart and decades esp

    my fave : patrick wolf teignmouth

    'i give you my hand, the fingers unfold, to have and forever hold'

    here's a few of my favourite verses...

    My father when I was younger
    Took me up to the hill
    That I looked down on to the city smog
    Above the factory spill
    He said this is where I come
    When I want to be free
    Well he never was in his lifetime
    But these words stuck with me

    I ran from all of this
    And climbed that highest hill
    And looked down on my life
    Beneath the factory spill
    I looked down onto my life
    As the family disagree
    Then to all my friends on the starting line
    Their wages off to chase
    and all my friends and all their jobs
    And all the bloody waste

    and this..

    The voice of racism preaching the gospel is devilish
    A fake church called the prophet Muhammad a terrorist
    Forgetting God is not a religion, but a spiritual bond
    And Jesus is the most quoted prophet in the Qu'ran
    They bombed innocent people, tryin' to murder Saddam
    When you gave him those chemical weapons to go to war with Iran
    This is the information that they hold back from Peter Jennings
    Cause Condoleeza Rice is just a new age Sally Hemmings
    I break it down with critical language and spiritual anguish
    The Judas I hang with, the guilt of betraying Christ
    You murdered and stole his religion, and painting him white
    Translated in psychologically tainted philosophy
    Conservative political right wing, ideology
    Glued together sloppily, the blasphemy of a nation
    Got my back to the wall, cause I'm facin' assassination
    Guantanamo Bay, federal incarceration
    How could this be, the land of the free, home of the brave?
    Indigenous holocaust, and the home of the slaves
    Corporate America, dancin' offbeat to the rhythm
    You really think this country, never sponsored terrorism?
    Human rights violations, we continue the saga
    El Savador and the contras in Nicaragua
    And on top of that, you still wanna take me to prison
    Just cause I won't trade humanity for patriotism

    and this..

    The raunchiest, flaunt your tits. Im the horniest fornicating, torturing clits a porn genius. With a long penis diggin' up your organs jiggin you, stabbing you, friggin you, Im to big for you. You got a tight sphincter, you need one in the pink and one in the stink, till liquid magentas Drippin’ outta your ass ill *** in your drink. piss in your face spit in your mouth **** what you think. **** on your blouse, then kick you outta my house naked and slut take it that’s what initiations about. An official occasion to go all out, **** a ***** in the ass ‘til her colon falls out. Rubbin’ oil all over you fat round ass, smack it, abuse it, lick it,then pound it fast. Stick it continuously when I get in you I strenuously pin you to the floor and generously **** your G spot rapidly, happily, dapily to the boombapity beat. the sexorcist, the next to blitz and blow up some ***** go get your hair fixed prepare your lips. for fellatio you spacey hoe, the ratio of your brain to if usable is way too low your made to blow you’re a delicious nutritious dish of fish an official *****.

    I could post lots of tenacious D, but most people know that, and it's only funny so many times... Anyway, I'm gunna post some slightly less known stuff:

    Maybe You Can Owe Me - Architecture In Helsinki

    And honey, there's no hurry,
    I know it's overdue there's a key to the door,
    To the room where I'm staying,
    You can sleep on the floor,
    Half way through the night can we talk and see?
    'Cause there's no way that I'll sleep when you're near me.
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