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#76 Post by Hik » Mon Aug 23, 2004 5:26 am

A bunch of those Elliot Smith lyrics are dark.
But the music is very light 'n trippy. Most of them anyway~!
Big thanks to Roy for the Compilation

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#77 Post by lastmohican » Mon Aug 23, 2004 7:48 am

Praying For Time
George Michael


These are the days of the open hand
They might just be the last
Look around now
These are the days of the beggars and the choosers

This is the year of the hungry man
Whose place is in the past
Hand in hand with ignorance
And legitimate excuses

The rich declare themselves poor
And most of us are not sure
If we have too much
But we'll take our chances
'Cause God's stopped keeping score
I guess somewhere along the way
He must have let us all out to play
Turned his back and all God's children
Crept out the back door

And it's hard to love, there's so much to hate
Hanging on to hope
When there is no hope to speak of
And the wounded skies above say it's much too much too late
Well maybe we should all be praying for time

These are the days of the empty hand
Oh, you hold on to what you can
And charity is a coat you wear twice a year

This is the year of the guilty man
Your television takes a stand
And you find that what was over there is over here

So you scream from behind your door
Say what's mine is mine and not yours
I may have too much but I'll take my chances
'Cause God's stopped keeping score
And you cling to the things they sold you
Did you cover your eyes when they told you
That he can't come back
'Cause he has no children to come back for

It's hard to love there's so much to hate
Hanging on to hope when there is no hope to speak of
And the wounded skies above say it's much too late
So maybe we should all be praying for time

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#78 Post by summer_sky » Mon Aug 23, 2004 8:28 am

George Michael has written some good stuff

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#79 Post by Henrique Henriques » Mon Aug 23, 2004 9:01 am

karwei wrote:"The Trees"
There is unrest in the forest
There is trouble with the trees
For the Maples want more sunlight
And the Oaks ignore their pleas

The trouble with the Maples
(And they're quite convinced the're right)
They say the Oaks are just too lofty
And they grab up all the light
But the Oaks can't help their feelings
If they like the way they're made
And they wonder why the Maples
Can't be happy in their shade?

There is trouble in the forest
And the creatures all have fled
As the Maples scream 'Oppression!'
And the Oaks, just shake their heads

So the Maples formed a Union
And demanded equal rights
'The Oaks are just too greedy
We will make them give us light'
Now there's no more Oak oppression
For they passed a noble law
And the trees are all kept equal
By hatchet,
Axe,
And saw...

here`s another one written by neil peart from rush. 8)
I just love this song!!! And the lyrics are really great...
Deep and yet fun!!! :)

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#80 Post by lastmohican » Mon Aug 23, 2004 10:27 am

summer_sky wrote:George Michael has written some good stuff
I agree with you. He has written some amazing lyrics. And music too.
:wink:

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#81 Post by The Prez » Mon Aug 23, 2004 6:39 pm

FROGS WITH DIRTY LITTLE LIPS
Frogs with dirty little lips
Dirty little warts on their finger-tips
Dirty 'n green
Tiny 'n mean
Floppin' around
By the edge of the stream

Frogs with dirty little eyes
Dirty little tongues all covered with flies
Dirty brown
Floppin' around
Puffed up 'n bloated
When the sun goes down

Frogs with dirty little nose
Dirty little spots all over their clothes
Dirty legs
Dirty feet
Dirty little frogs is what you eat


By Frank Zappa

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#82 Post by ultrazone_seeker » Mon Aug 23, 2004 6:57 pm

"Weak and Powerless"
Tilling my own grave to keep me level,
Jam another dragon down the hole.
Digging to the rhythm and the echo of a solitary siren,
one that pushes me along, and leaves me so...
desperate and ravenous,
I'm so weak and powerless over you.

Someone feed the monkey while I dig in search of China,
White as Dracula as I approach the bottom.
So desperate and ravenous.
I'm so weak and powerless over you.

Little angel, go away,
Come again some other day.
Devil has my ear today,
I'll never hear a word you say...
He promised I would find a little solace
And some peace of mind...
Whatever. Just as long as I don't feel so…
desperate and ravenous.
I'm so weak and powerless over you...

"Blue"
I didn't want to know,
I just didn't want to know.
Best to keep things in the shallow end,
'Cause I never quite learned how to swim.

I just didn't want to know,
Didn't want, didn't want,
Didn't want, didn't want...

Close my eyes just to look at you,
Taken by the seamless vision.
I close my eyes,
Ignore the smoke,
Ignore the smoke....

Call it aftermath, she's turning blue,
Such a lovely color for you.
Call it aftermath, she's turning blue
While I just sit and stare at you.

Because I don't want to know,
I didn't want to know.
I just didn't want to know.
I just didn't want...

Mistook their nods for an approval,
Just ignore the smoke and smile.

Call it aftermath, she's turning blue,
Such a lovely color for you.
Call it aftermath, she's turning blue,
Such a perfect color for your eyes.
Call it aftermath, she's turning blue,
Such a lovely color for you.
Call it aftermath, she's turning blue,
While I just sit and stare at you.

I don't want to know.

A Perfect Circle

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#83 Post by ultrazone_seeker » Mon Aug 23, 2004 7:15 pm

"As I Am"
Don't
Tell me what's in,
Tell me how to write,
Don't tell me how to win...
This fight
Isn't your life,
It isn't your right
To take away the only thing that's
Mine
Proven over time,
It's over your head,
Don't try to read between the
Lines
Are clearly defined,
Never lose sight of
Something you believe in.

Takin' in the view from the outside,
Feeling like the underdog.
Watching through the window, I'm on the outside,
Living like the underdog.

I've been trying to justify you,
In the end i will just defy you.

To those who understand, I extend my hand.
To the doubtful i demand, take me as I am.
Not under your command, I know where I stand.
I won't change to fit your plan, take me as I am.

Still
Running uphill,
Swimming against the current.
I wish I weren't so
Fucked
Feels like I'm stuck,
Lost in a sea of mediocrity.
"Slow down,
You're thinking too much,
Where is your soul?"
You cannot touch the way I
Play
Or tell me what to say,
You're in the way
Of all that i believe in.

Takin' in the view from the outside,
Feeling like the underdog.
Watching through the window, I'm on the outside,
Living like the underdog.

I've been wasting my breath on you,
Open minds will descend upon you.

To those who understand, I extend my hand.
To the doubtful i demand, take me as I am.
Not under your command, I know where I stand.
I won't change to fit your plan, take me as I am.

Dream Theater

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#84 Post by The Prez » Tue Aug 24, 2004 5:29 am

lastmohican wrote:
summer_sky wrote:George Michael has written some good stuff
I agree with you. He has written some amazing lyrics. And music too.
:wink:
I know a ton of people who say they won't listen to him. The reason isn't because of his music though.

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#85 Post by Henrique Henriques » Tue Aug 24, 2004 6:57 am

READ THE LYRICS!!!!
(and go look for the music!) :P 8) :wink:

Music by D.Gildenlöw

HOME

This is our home-our roots grow deep
Where our ancestors sleep
This is the land we’ve nursed for countless aeons
But never our to keep

My tribe is crying- our land is dying
But we can’t leave- this is our home
We can’t let our past go…

We’re left with your legacy
Wide awake deep at our roots
While you move on exploiting
We’ll sing lullabies for half a million years

When my son asks why, what will I reply?
But we can’t leave – this is our home
We can’t let our past go…

(solos)

But we can’t leave - this is our home!
If you like concrete alone
Then don’t make your high lives depend
On that past that you let go…

Pain of Salvation
Album: One hour by the concrete lake

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Eric Johnson - When The Sun Meets The Sky

#86 Post by Roy Boy » Thu Aug 26, 2004 5:59 am

This Sunday, You were blowin' through my mind
Like Tuesday, You were burnin' in my eyes.
I hoped today could be just kind of my way
'Cause it so much matters that you're there;
And I'd hoped today could lead me into your way,
But I fell down in some disrepair

The sparks here, they can lead me up the town,
But it's dark here, if I don't have you around.
So I hoped today would lead me kind of your way,
And the sun would be shining on my face;
And I'd hoped the road would lead me to your doorway,
But I fell down in some disrepair.

So when the sun, meets the sky
I'm gonna take a ride,
And get to where I do;
When your love is gonna call me home
I will run to you, the way you want me to;
Oh we'll sing.

Oh I hoped today would lead me kind of your way,
With a love, and treasures we'd find there;
And through all the fog, the cracks, the cogs, a gateway,
There I'd find someone to repair me.

So when the sun, meets that sky,
I'm gonna take a ride, and get to where I do.
And with your love is gonna call me home,
I will run to you, the way you want me to.
So when the sun starts to shine,
I'm gonna take a ride, and get to where I do,
When your love is gonna call me home.
I return to you, the way you want me to.
Oh, we'll sing.

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#87 Post by Henrique Henriques » Thu Aug 26, 2004 6:32 am

I love that song.
I am going to put Venus Isle on right now!!! :D

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#88 Post by ultrazone_seeker » Mon Aug 30, 2004 11:16 pm

The Jazz Discharge Party Hats
Once upon a time, it was in Albuquerque, New Mexico,
There were these girls that worked at the college.
They were really cool . . .
(They thought so anyway).
The would be delighted to tell you how suave they were
At the drop of a hat.
There was three of 'em . . .
One of them thought she was a Beauty Queen . . .
The other one was a Walking Blow Job . . .
And then there was this skinny girl . . .
Oh well . . .
Some of the guys in the band got together
With the girls from the college,
They were having a good time . . .
We were in Albuquerque for a couple of days,
But these girls thought they were Hot Shit
'N wouldn't pooch the guys in the band on the first day, so . . .
A couple of the guys in the band
Who were desperate for THAT KIND OF ACTION,
Kept workin' on 'em for two days
(Which is a waste of fuckin' time anyway . . . ).
So, anyway . . .
But if that's your idea of a good time, what the hey . . .
Send those pants up here . . . here's some more
Okay, good-good!
Traditional cotton . . . oh, how sweet!
Umt . . . huh-huh-huh-huhhh . . .
HERE! Work these!
Anyway . . . we're in Albuquerque, New Mexico . . .
A couple of the guys in the band, who shall go nameless
Because their girlfriends might find out,
Decided they were gonna work the wall on these girls
From the college.
So, one night . . . it was the first night
When they were still trying to get it in there
(Ya know what I mean? Huh-huh-huh . . . ).
The skinny girl, she says to one of the guys in the band
She says, well, to several of the guys in the band
And one of the T-shirt guys too . . .
"HEY! LET'S GO SKINNY-DIPPING!"
At two o'clock in the morning at the pool at the hotel.
That's right, your heard right,
Two o'clock in the morning, pool at the hotel . . .
It was so fun . . .
But the water was very, very cold . . .
So they go out there and the girl who was really skinny
'N probably totally insensitive to climatic changes
Took all of her garments off and she jumped in the pool.
And she says, "HEY GUYS! COME ON IN!"
Well, one of them did . . .
The other one was too smart for that shit . . .
So him and the T-shirt guy say by the edge of the pool
And when the girl who was really skinny
(And insensitive to climatic changes)
Took off her clothes and jumped in the pool
She threw her pants over there by the little table . . .
Well, one of the guys from the band picked up her panties
(He told me later that the stuff in the bottom
Was like punching an eclair . . . )
Anyhow . . . there was nothing else to do . . .
It was Albuquerque, New Mexico . . .
It's two o'clock in the morning . . .
They're not going to get any nookie anyway . . .
So this one guy and the T-shirt guy
Started sniffing the girl's panties . . .
They were sniffing the fudge and sniffing the glue . . .
Sniffing everything that adhered to these
Delightful little morsels
(Some of you might think this is weird . . .
No wonder . . . it's not exactly normal, but what the fuck?)
So, they're snorting it . . .
(Hey! It's the twentieth century . . .
Whatever you can do to have a good time, let's get on with it
So long as it doesn't cause a murder . . . )
So they're snorting the pants
'N then they put them on their heads . . .
They were having a good time . . .
The girl was in the water . . . she didn't even see
What was going on with her underpants . . .
They were wearing the pants
It looked just like a tiny little party hat . . .
Their ears were sticking out the side . . . it was so fun
Later on they discovered
This would make a great way of life for them . . .
They would go from town to town looking for panties
They would take the panties after they were hung up
On the clothes line . . .
Later on they would take 'em back in the dressing room
They would play with them . . .
They would fetish the underpants . . .
They would snort every little morsel attached to the underpants . . . and then . . . they would feel that
They were FULFILLED
And so you can see
That what we're doing here on stage
Is part of a great American Tradition
The tradition of the JAZZ DISCHARGE PARTY HATS.
Frank Zappa

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#89 Post by Joon 'Loki' Yang » Tue Aug 31, 2004 12:47 am

Muse - Sing For Absolution

lips are turning blue
a kiss that can't renew
I only dream of you
my beautiful

tiptoe to your moon/room ?
a starlight in the gloom
I only dream of you
and you never knew

sing for absolution
I will be singing
falling from your grace

there's nowhere left to hide
in no one to confide
the truth runs deep inside
and will never die

lips are turning blue
a kiss that can't renew
I only dream of you
my beautiful

sing for absolution
I will be singing
falling from your grace

sing for absolution
I will be singing
falling from your grace

I won't remain unrectified
and our souls won't be absolved

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#90 Post by Psychlone » Tue Aug 31, 2004 5:34 pm

"Baby's on Fire", by Brian Eno.
Kindly imagine these lyrics sung in a sneering, extremely nasal voice.

Baby's on fire
Better throw her in the water
Look at her laughing
Like a heifer to the slaughter

Baby's on fire
And all the laughing boys are bitching
Waiting for photos
Oh the plot is so bewitching

Rescuers row row
Do your best to change the subject
Blow the wind blow blow
Lend some assistance to the object

Photographers snip snap
Take your time she's only burning
This kind of experience
Is necessary for her learning

If you'll be my flotsam
I could be half the man I used to
They said you were hot stuff
And that's what Baby's been reduced to...

Juanita and Juan
Very clever with maracas
Making their fortunes
Selling second-hand tobaccos

Juan dances at Chico's
And when the clients are evicted
He empties the ashtrays
And pockets all that he's collected

But Baby's on fire
And all the instruments agree that
Her temperature's rising
And any idiot would know that.

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