Thanatological lyrics

gg allin - die when you die

Did you invent that word ("thanatological") yourself?

Obvious choice: "E. 1999 Eternal" by Bone Thugs-n-Harmony, with song titles like "Mo' Murda", "Me Killa" and "Die Die Die".

You're No-one Until Someone Kills You
Somebody's Got to Die
Ready to Die
etc

- Notorious BIG

Dead Kennedys - I'm Looking Forward To Death

Metallica's "Disposable Heroes" for the line 'I was born for Dying!!!'

"Did you invent that word ("thanatological") yourself?" - No, someone else did, a long time ago.

Sorry, I guess I wasn't using my brain. It's a nice word, anyhow, I love the contrast between "thanato-" and "-logical". Is morphology the brother of thanatology?

Hmm, form versus death... perhaps not brothers but certainly related.

Okay, it was a bad joke. I meant of course Thanatos and Morpheus (Morpheus = the Roman Hypnos). Get it?

Boy, I am lame.

Ah, it's all Greek to me (I am lamer)

Anyway... how about:

Darkness falls across the land
The midnite hour is close at hand
Creatures crawl in search of blood
To terrorize y'awl's neighborhood
And whosoever shall be found
Without the soul for getting down
Must stand and face the hounds of hell
And rot inside a corpse's shell
The foulest stench is in the air
The funk of forty thousand years
And grizzly ghouls from every tomb
Are closing in to seal your doom
And though you fight to stay alive
Your body starts to shiver
For no mere mortal can resist
The evil of the thriller
(into maniacal echoing laugh)

Gothic rock, like, owns this thread...

Would the Cranberries' "Zombie" be demi-thanatological?

WCKR SPGT's immortal "Who Will Die?"

"I Need A Priest" Them Wranch: "I love life/I was raised with religion/ but then I may decline/like Kerouac/I need a priest when I die"

I'm not sure if he declines like Kerouac, or needs a priest like Kerouac (who I don't think had one).

Metallica (or, more specifically, their fans): "Creeping Death".

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where's the Thanosalogical lyrics?

I quote:

"DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE!"

et cetera ad nauseum.

"What Will Death Be Like?" by Momus
"Mr. Dieingly Sad" by the Critters
"Happy Death Men" by Echo and the Bunnymen
"We Are the Dead" by David Bowie

and we could die
dance dance dance to the radio

Flew off early in the haze of dawn
in a metal dragon locked in time,
skimming waves of an underground sea
in some kind of a dream world fantasy

Sun a hot circle on a canopy,
'25 a racing blot on a bright green sea
Ahead the dim blur of an alien land,
time to give ourselves to strange gods' hands

Dark flak spiders bursting in the sky,
reaching twisted claws on every side
No place to run,
no place to hide,
no turning back on a suicide ride

Toy city streets crawling through my sights,
sprouting clumps of mushrooms like a world surreal
This dream won't ever seem to end,
and time seems like it'll never begin
30 seconds,
and a one way ride
30 seconds,
and no place to hide
30 seconds over Tokyo

The girls won't touch me cause I got a misdirection,
and livin at night isn't helpin my complexion
The signs all say it's a social infection
A little bit of fun's never been an insurrection

Mom threw me out til I get some pants that fit
She just don't approve of my strange kind of wit
I get so excited I always gotta lose it,
then they pack me off & make me take the cure
But I don't need a cure,
don't need a cure
don't need a cure,
need a final solution

Buy me a ticket to a sonic reduction
Guitars gonna sound like a nuclear destruction
It seems I'm the victim of natural selection,
or maybe just another slide in another direction
I don't need a cure,
don't need a cure
don't need a cure,
need a final solution

Solution!

This is where the good times end
With his brains laying on the pavement
With a broken bottle in his hand
And another in his back

Do you feel alright? Oi! Oi! Oi!
Someone's gonna die tonight Oi! Oi! Oi!
Do you feel alright? Oi! Oi! Oi!
The boys are out tonight!

Was it something that he said?
with his football scarf now stained red
With a broken bottle in his hand
You will never understand

She was a girl from Birmingham
she just had an abortion
she was a case of insanity
her name was Pauline she lived in a tree

She was a no-one who killed her baby
she sent her letters from the country
she was an animal
she was a bloody disgrace

Body I'm not an animal
Mummy I'm not an abortion

Dragged on a table in a factory
illegitimate place to be
in a packet in a lavatory
die little baby screaming

Body screaming fucking bloody mess
it's not an animal it's an abortion

Body I'm not an animal
Body I'm not an abortion

Throbbing squirm, gurgling bloody mess
I'm not a discharge I'm not a loss in
protein I'm not a throbbing squirm Ah!

Fuck this and fuck that
fuck it all and fuck the fucking brat
She don't wanna baby that looks like that
I don't wanna baby that looks like that.

Body I'm not an animal
Body i'm not an abortion

Mummy! Ugh!

THE OLD MAN SMILED.
Will you die for me?
Do you love me enough to give up your life?
Standing here in the desert
The crumbling city
How much do you love me?
Can the world be as sad as it seems?
At this the old man smiled
Sitting in a cafe in Tangier
Scars running from his wrist to his elbow
Perhaps I'll buy this book today
And I look at the boy with my hand on his thigh
As I move to the bed in the corner
And he started to smile
A plaintive smile of the boy as he lies on the bed
And the old man smiled as his
Prick started to twitch twitch twitch
And little drops felt out of the end onto the floor
And he looked to the side
Wondering what to do with his knowledge
Cold cold water in the bowl by the bed on the floor
23 days and 23 hours of the day
And the old man smiled as the vein swelled and the blood came
As he stuck the needle in his arm
Watching the blood burning and turning in the glass
Wondering where he'd be sitting tomorrow
Wondering which table his person will pass that day
Sitting in a cafe in Tangier
And down to his table came Captain Clark
He'd worked on the ferry for 23 years and a day
Taking the junkies and the babies and the corpses to Spain
Looking at coffins in a line across the water
You sink if you're dead
Cold cold water
And you look up in the sky
A cloud up above
And everyone's equal if it rains on you
And teh old man smiled
And his arm bent as he paid the bill
So I walked round the corner
To a room in the Bowery
And the boy was bent double naked on the floor
Rubbing himself with some kind of cream
And is this all a dream
Look at the blind men
Sitting in a row with white sticks
Takking at the TV screen
And they try to eat us
By the broken bed
They're always mad
And Captain Clark welcomes you aboard
Flight 23 from New York to Mayami
And it crashed in a forest
Burning bodies growing cold
People spewing blood from their faces
Screaming ``Why me?'' ``Why?''
And everyone says I'm mad
And everyone says I'm mad
They always say I'm mad
And I see myself in the gutter and the water
With the water wing gangrene dangling myself
Cos we really want to slaughter
Looking wide-eyed and so confused at the wall
Its gone on so long I wonder just who is here
Cold cold water
Cold cold water
And the old man smiled as he walked back to the cafe
Drinking coffee while his friends just stood around
Can the world be as sad as it seems?
Do you love me?
With my knife against your throat
It could only be me
You would only do this for me
And the old man smiled
Just the same way as before
Slowly getting old arranging his things
Making his business neat and tidy
Sitting in a cafe in Tangier
That's the way the world ends
With a wimper

God, I am feeling hella punk right now.

I was about to say. But Mike, Ian C. doesn't say 'we could die,' it's just an extreme, agonized "dance."

It depends on which version you are listening to. I don't think he says that on the 12" single, or the version on Substance, but doesn't he cheange the lyrics a bit on the live version of Still?

I might just be wrong. :)