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Topic Started: Dec 2 2008, 03:21 PM (382 Views)
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broke through Heaven... who the hell do you think he is!?
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(Sorry if there was already a thread for this. I was sure there would be... but I didn't find anything when I looked.)


Anyway, yes- simple as the title implied. I think it would be interesting to see some of peoples favorite lyrics posted. Also including why said lyrics are so well regarded would be nice.


Circle Takes The Square - In the Nervous Light of Sunday
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Whispers invoke the artists of this tragically seemless, ill fated tapestry,
blistered fingers are tending their loom.
She collects the strands to braid into life.
Logging the weft of an ageless, woven infinity, countless raw fibers are clawing the frame.
A woman's work is never done, but the final stitch has got to come,
and so three witches contend to slice the very last thread
(that you curse, curse constantly)
But nothing's immortal, and comfort is not guaranteed-
a yearling who bears our sincere passions is chosen, frozen and quivering,
like a thread in the wake of a blade.
So we compromise, so we sacrifice.
Compromise nothing, but that which secures a comfortable life, risk as the indication of a healing sacrifice.
Destroy the altar whose boundaries tides will never exceed, ignite the pyres underneath a sedated mythology.
Five decades his lifetime, and his life's work is just fading scratches in stone.
She tends the numerals, counting fingers, counting her toes.
Keeping track of the time racing, years wasting
(dance to the sound of his weight bearing back breaking)
infinite ages the length of this quilt's making.
And we dance, we dance in the stronghold...
That you curse, curse constantly, of the needle's sheen.
Do you feel this thin strand resting in a pinch?
That's the thread that you curse, curse constantly.
An eternal patch on a quilt that hangs from a wall in a throw frought with our decay...
From six states away, five years of guilt postmarked four days before my escape.
All I ever asked was for a clean break.
In the first nervous light of the day,
collecting the novels whose scribes sought to keep me contained.
My dad's favorite novel on top of the pile, in the self concious first light shake the memory of his smile, igniting these volumes, igniting these volumes I'm warmed by the flames.
Alter the deafening earthen tones...
In the nervous light, I dance in the nervous light and I'm warmed by the flames.
Dance to the sound of his weight bearing back fucking breaking.
Alter the pitch of his weight bearing back breaking, dictate the pitch of his weight bearing back breaking,
Alter the tone of your weight bearing back breaking, we can mend all the seams that were torn during our backs slowly breaking.
In the nervous light...


Right, CTTS. Great band, if you can stand screamo junk. One of my favorite things about their lyrics, is that you have to actually pay attention to them to know what the songs are about. But once you do pay attention to them, you're rewarded with (and this is purely opinion) great writing.
"Won't it be dull, when we rid ourselves of all these demons haunting us to keep us company?"
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I like to a lot of different lyrical styles.

For example, there's The Decemberists. I love the way that all of their songs, quite literally, tell a story, though it's not always entirely clear what that story is. Their tendency to load their songs with sesquipidalian language and references to old literature also tugs at my heartstrings. I love to listen to "O Valencia!" and envision five different possible stories, all from the same lyrics.

I'm also a fan of Tom Waits, but in his case I love his strange and esoteric lyrics. His songs often reference people I've never met and who almost certainly never existed, but who somehow feel like family. His songs often make a point or have a message, but it's so wrapped in the guy's weirdness that it's something you have to gradually unravel.

I like Marilyn Manson because he takes what is essentially a bunch of discordant noise and infuses it with a certain style. He gives the noise a sort of swaggering death-march and a chemical somewhere between estrogen and testosterone. He intones anger better than any lyricist I know of, and appeals to my grotesque sensibilities.

And then you have Leonard Cohen. I've compared listening to him to having an earthquake sing love songs to you, and I stand by this metaphor. I admire his lyrics for their deep level of meaning to me as an individual and the artistic integrity that seems to facilitate them.
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Kids in America? :D
....because I like singing it?

Looking out a dirty old window.
Down below the cars in the city go rushing by.
I sit here alone and I wonder why.

Friday night and everyone's moving.
I can feel the heat but it's soothing.
Heading down, I search for the beat in this dirty town.

Down town the young ones are going.
Down town the young ones are growing.

We're the kids in America.
We're the kids in America.
Everybody live for the music-go-round.

Bright ligths the music get faster.
Look boy, don't check on your watch, not another glance.
I'm not leaving now, honey not a chance.

Hot-shot, give me no problems.
Much later baby you'll be saying never mind.
You know life is cruel, life is never kind.

Kind hearts don't make a new story.
Kind hearts don't grab any glory.

We're the kids in America.
We're the kids in America.
Everybody live for the music-go-round.

Come closer, honey that's better.
Got to get a brand new experience.
Feeling right.
Oh don't try to stop baby.
Hold me tight.

Outside a new day is dawning.
Outside Suburbia's sprawling everywhere.
I don't want to go baby.
New York to East California.
There's a new wave coming I warn you.

We're the kids in America.
We're the kids in America.
Everybody live for the music-go-round.

We're the kids
We're the kids
We're the kids in America
Hang hang on! It's coming!
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What's left inside him?
Don't he remember us?
Can't he believe me?
We seemed like brothers,
Talked for hours last month,
About what we wanna be,
I sit now with his hand in mine,
But I know he can't feel...

No one knows...
What's done is done...
It's as if he were dead...

I'm close with his mother,
And she cries endlessly,
Lord how we miss him,
At least what's remembered,
It's so important to make best friends in life,
But it's hard when my friend sits with, such a blank expression...

No one knows...
What's done is done...
It's as if he were dead...

He's as hollow as I alone now...

He is hollow as I alone!
A shell of my friend!
Just flesh and bone!
There's no soul!
He sees no love!
I shake my fists at skies above,
Mad at God!

He's as hollow as I can verse,
I wish he'd waken from this curse,
Hear my words before it's through,
I want to come in after you!
My... Best friend...
My... Best friend...

COME BACK!

When I look at the lyrics written out they don't seem like much. But he does a really good job of singing them, and they're really powerful lyrics. (They were written about a friend of the band who was apparently in a car wreck and paralyzed.)

@Garaku: I created a monster by bringing that up, didn't I?
@Pancake: I dunno. Marilyn Manson, every time I've tried to listen to him has just kind of seemed like he's trying too hard. I mean, the guy has talent, sure. But it seems like his songs would be a lot better if he stopped trying to constantly be Violencesad McBroodbrood every other word.
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Yes Xeno, yes you did >:D

Show Me the Meaning of Being Lonely
(Because Garaku is a geeky BSB fan?)

Show me the meaning of being lonely

So many words for the broken heart
Its hard to see in a crimson love
So hard to breathe
Walk with me, and maybe
Nights of light so soon become
Wild and free I could feel the sun
Your every wish will be done
They tell me...

Show me the meaning of being lonely
Is this the feeling I need to walk with
Tell me why I cant be there where you are
Theres something missing in my heart

Life goes on as it never ends
Eyes of stone observe the trends
They never say forever gaze
Guilty roads to an endless love
Theres no control
Are you with me now
Your every wish will be done
They tell me

Show me the meaning of being lonely
Is this the feeling I need to walk with
Tell me why I cant be there where you are
Theres something missing in my heart

Theres nowhere to run
I have no place to go
Surrender my heart, body and soul
How can it be youre asking me to feel the things you never show

You are missing in my heart
Tell me why I cant be there where you are

Show me the meaning of being lonely
Is this the feeling I need to walk with
Tell me why I cant be there where you are
Theres something missing in my heart
Hang hang on! It's coming!
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The world is a vampire, sent to drain,
Secret destroyers, hold you up to the flames,
And what do I get for my pain?
Betrayed desires, and a piece of the game,

Even though I know - I suppose Ill show,
All my cool and cold-like old Job,
Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage,
Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage,
Someone will say what is lost can never be saved,
Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage,

Now I'm naked, nothing but an animal,
But can you fake it, for just one more show?
And what do you want? I want to change,
And what have you got? When you feel the same?

Even though I know - I suppose Ill show,
All my cool and cold-like old job,
Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage,
Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage,
Someone will say what is lost can never be saved,
Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage,

Tell me I'm the only one,
Tell me there's no other one,
Jesus was an only son, yeah,
Tell me I'm the chosen one,
Jesus was an only son for you...

Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage,
Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage,
Someone will say what is lost can never be saved,
Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage,

Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a,
Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a,
Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage,
Tell me I'm the only one,
Tell me there's no other one,
Jesus was an only son for you...

And I still believe that I cannot be saved,
And I still believe that I cannot be saved,
And I still believe that I cannot be saved,
And I still believe that I cannot be saved...
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xenogears96720,Dec 6 2008
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@Pancake: I dunno. Marilyn Manson, every time I've tried to listen to him has just kind of seemed like he's trying too hard. I mean, the guy has talent, sure. But it seems like his songs would be a lot better if he stopped trying to constantly be Violencesad McBroodbrood every other word.


I'd call it "intentionally over the top" rather than "trying too hard", but hey, different strokes for different folks.

And I think he's somewhat less Violencesad McBroodbrood since he stopped being the shock rocker around 2000 and started being the artsy goth musician, but that's just me.

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The world is a vampire, sent to drain,
Secret destroyers, hold you up to the flames,
And what do I get for my pain?
Betrayed desires, and a piece of the game,

Even though I know - I suppose Ill show,
All my cool and cold-like old Job,
Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage,
Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage,
Someone will say what is lost can never be saved,
Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage,

Now I'm naked, nothing but an animal,
But can you fake it, for just one more show?
And what do you want? I want to change,
And what have you got? When you feel the same?

Even though I know - I suppose Ill show,
All my cool and cold-like old job,
Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage,
Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage,
Someone will say what is lost can never be saved,
Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage,

Tell me I'm the only one,
Tell me there's no other one,
Jesus was an only son, yeah,
Tell me I'm the chosen one,
Jesus was an only son for you...

Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage,
Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage,
Someone will say what is lost can never be saved,
Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage,

Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a,
Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a,
Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage,
Tell me I'm the only one,
Tell me there's no other one,
Jesus was an only son for you...

And I still believe that I cannot be saved,
And I still believe that I cannot be saved,
And I still believe that I cannot be saved,
And I still believe that I cannot be saved...


FUCK YES. Billy Corgan and his nasally wails are win. I thought about mentioning him, but I was really sure what commentary I could offer about him, as I did with The Decemberists, Waits, Manson, and Cohen, so.
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I'm trying some more Marilyn Manson. Thus far, I really like the Nobodies.
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xenogears96720,Dec 6 2008
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I'm trying some more Marilyn Manson. Thus far, I really like the Nobodies.

I endorse this course of action.
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Ohoh! Powerful One Piece song with translated lyrics!

Abandonment of Understanding
The world is so very wide, and if there's treasure out there...
...it's only an astronomical possibility
But you won't even begin to find it by relying on chance alone

And so...

Think using your head... Logical reasoning will only get in the way
The chances of victory are on the desk
Adventuring by fancy alone is the sheer height of folly

And so...

Even if others were to stop us, Even if they were to laugh at us behind our backs
This ship is already sailing forward

Bon Voyage!

Just leave us alone!

I know I'm a fool, but there are things that I just gotta do!
Trying to reach an impossible dream is a good ambition, afterall

As long as we try, any horizon becomes a little bit closer

Work hard to achieve it on your own, rather than simply obtaining it
The pleasent sensation of the point of despair
Only believing in miracles... that's merely an escape

And so...

Even if it shocks others, even if they were to strongly advise against it
This ship's sails will not be taken down

Bon Voyage!

Soon we'll see it

I understand it quite well, that our good luck cannot return
Trying to achieve a firm resolution is a good desire, afterall

Even if there are storms which cannot be avoided
We'll only continue to go forward

Just leave us alone!

I know I'm a fool, but there are things that I just gotta do!
Trying to reach an impossible dream is a good ambition, afterall

I know I'm a fool, but I have to fight on!
The further the ocean, the better the paradise must be

As long as we try, any horizon becomes a little bit closer.
Hang hang on! It's coming!
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broke through Heaven... who the hell do you think he is!?
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I'm taking this opportunity to restate my love for the band Anberlin. Why? Because they're great.

No, really. Listen to this band.

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There's someone inside me that softly kills everyone around
They don't know they're dead to me cause intent never makes a sound
All along they found I've strangled, lovers who learned from slower hands
In these eleven minutes I could teach you what I am

You're sick, sick as all the secrets that you deny
Sins like skeletons are so very hard to hide
You're sick, sick as all the secrets that you deny
Sins like skeletons are so very hard to hide

There's an art in seclusion, production in depression
If a stranger turns up missing, count this song as my confession
Tell the tales of the trail of dead, lovers learn from slower hands
Losing self in myself, inner demons make demands

You're sick, sick as all the secrets that you deny
Sins like skeletons are so very hard to hide
You're sick, sick as all the secrets that you deny
Sins like skeletons are so very hard to hide

You're suffocating me, so very hard to breathe
My mask is growing heavy but I've forgotten who's beneath

You're sick, sick as all the secrets that you deny
Sins like skeletons are so very hard to hide
You're sick, sick as all the secrets that you deny
Sins like skeletons are so very hard to hide
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I'm not usually fond of band's with that sort of sound.

But that is a really good song. I'll have to check them out.
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I like these lines from Jamiroquai's Canned Heat:

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I was born to run, and built to last
You've never seen my feet 'cause they're goin' so fast
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Below you will find the lyrics that I have been dorkily obsessed with for the past few days.
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One of those fucking awful black days when nothing is pleasing and everything that happens is an excuse for anger
An outlet for emotions stockpiled
An arsenal
An armor
These are the days when I hate the world
Hate the rich
Hate the happy
Hate the complacent
The tv watchers, beer drinkers, the satisfied ones
Because I know I can be all those little hateful things and then I hate myself for realizing that
There is no preventative, directive, or safe approach for living
We each know our own faith
We know from our youth how to be treated and how we'll be received and how we shall end
These things don't change
You can change your clothes, change your hairstyle, your friends, cities, continents
But sooner or later your old self will always catch up
Always it waits in the wings

(Ideas swirl but don't stick.
They appear but then run off like rain on the windshield.)

One of those rainy day car rides
My head imploded
The atmosphere in this car a mirror of my skull
Wet, damp, windows dripping and misted with cold
Walls of gray
Nothing good on the radio
Not a thought in my head

Be safe
I know a place we can go where you'll fall in love so hard that you'll wish you were dead

Let's take life and slow it down incredibly slow
Frame by frame
Like two minutes that take ten years to live out
Yeah, let's do that

Telephone poles like praying mantis against the sky
Metal arms outstretched
So much land traveled, so little sense made of it
It doesn't mean a thing all this land laying out behind us
I'd like to take off into these woods and get good and lost for a while
I'm disgusted with petty concerns - parking tickets, breakfast specials
Does someone just have to carry this weight?
Abstract topography
Methane covenant
Linear gospel
Ashville saleslady
Stagian emmisary
Torturous lice
Mad Elizabeth

(Keep a better peoples)

The light within me shines like a diamond mine
Like an unarmed walrus
Like a dead man face down on the highway
Like a snake eating it's own tail
A steam turbine
Frog pond
Too-full closet burst open in disarray
Soap bubbles in the sun
Hospital deathbed
Red convertible
Shopping list
Blow job
Death's head
Devils dancing
Bleached white buildings
Memory movements
The movie unpeeling, unreeling, about to begin

I've seen your hallway
You're a dark hallway
I hear your stairs creak
I can fix my mind on your yes and your no
I'll feel your face today in the sparkling canal
All red, yellow, blue-green brilliance and silver Dutch reflection
Racing thoughts
Racing thoughts all too real
You're moving so fast now I can't hold your image
This image I have of your face by the window
Me standing beside you
Arm on your shoulder
A catalog of images, flashing glimpses
Then dawn again
Untethered to this post you've sunk in me
Every clear afternoon now I'll think of you up in the air
Twisting your heel and your knees up around me
My face in your hair
You scream so well
Your smile so loud
Still rings in my ears

Inhibition
Distant tied-up longing
Clean my teeth
Stay the course
Hold the wheel
Steer on to freedom
Open all the boxes
Open all the boxes
Open all the boxes
Open all the boxes

Times Square mid-day
Newspaper buildings
News headlines going around
We watch as they go and hope for some good ones
Those tree shadows in the park they're all whistling chasing leaves.
Around six pm
Shadows across the cobblestones
Girl in front of bathroom mirror
She's slow and careful
Paints her face green, mask-like
Like Matisse
Portrait with Green Stripe
Long shot through apartment window
A monologue on top but no girl in shot

The light within me shines like a diamond mine
Like an unarmed walrus
Like a dead man face down on the highway
Like a snake eating it's own tail
A steam turbine
Frog pond
Too-full closet burst open in disarray
Soap bubbles in the sun
Hospital deathbed
Red convertible
Shopping list
Blow job
Death's head
Devils dancing
Bleached white buildings
Memory movements
The movie unreeling, about to begin

That was great
Yeah? Mine were alright. Wasn't my best one but who cares?
That's the spirit...
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Bob Dylan
 
Today, Medgar Evers was buried from the bullet he caught
They lowered him down as a king
But when the shadowy sun sets on the one
That fired the gun
He'll see by his grave
On the stone that remains
Carved next to his name
His epitaph plain:
"Only A Pawn In Their Game"


From Bob Dylan's "Only A Pawn In Their Game". There are certain songs which are loved by everyone who is even remotely fond of Dylan (pretty much anything off Highway 61 Revisited or Blood On The Tracks, for example), but if I want to actually give an interesting answer when asked what my favorite song of his is, I'll say either this or the more recent "Things Have Changed". It's one of the most explicitly political songs he ever did on one of his most explicitly political albums (The Times They Are a-Changin') and a lot of people seem to find that style and delivery cloying and irritating (including, after a certain point, Dylan himself), but I guess I'm just a corny motherfucker like that. It's always nice when a song can at once be so tied to the period it was written in and yet remain relevant decades later, though perhaps not exactly as was originally envisioned.
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