For me Weak Become Heroes by The Streets.
Half a decade on and time (and all the post-skinner chatty-chatty lyrics from Kate Nash and the like) has not withered it!
― pisces, Sunday, 23 September 2007 18:10 (eighteen years ago)
Naturally...
― Tape Store, Sunday, 23 September 2007 18:49 (eighteen years ago)
Bright Eyes! "Let's Not Shit Ourselves"! And I don't like a lot of his lyrics.
― dr. phil, Monday, 24 September 2007 03:35 (eighteen years ago)
yeah BOWL OF ORANGES has a fantastic lyric.
― pisces, Monday, 24 September 2007 09:37 (eighteen years ago)
May the Mountains Rise Against You May the Forests Block your Path May Your Axes Chip and Shatter And Know It is My Wrath
I Would Mount Your Heads On Bloody Spears Outside Your Palace Gates And Watch As Crows Peck Out Your Eyes And Your Cities Are Laid to Waste
― Alex in NYC, Wednesday, 26 September 2007 01:41 (eighteen years ago)
what's that??
― pisces, Wednesday, 26 September 2007 02:58 (eighteen years ago)
Charlotte's first confirmation number.
― Ned Raggett, Wednesday, 26 September 2007 03:00 (eighteen years ago)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sL4FHZUvv3Y
― The Reverend, Wednesday, 26 September 2007 04:36 (eighteen years ago)
If you want to see and be seen, then be seen. Your dress is dark red and your opening eyes are bright green. Make a scene, but don’t lie on the bed, laid out like you’re dead, because honey, you’re murdering me. Be a little sheep learning who’ll shear and who’ll feed. The hands come and they leave. Be hands holding a knife. Be a being on two feet, with his heart trembling, butchering for a king he believes in though he’s never seen. Be the princess in that stone tower, crying for that handsome butcher’s plight (and, as some princess might, she still calls him a knight.) But the best thing for you would be queen, so be queen. You’re all that I need. Though I know that it never can be, I’d be pleased to post your decrees, to fall at your knees, to name all your streets and to sit down and weep when you’re carried back through them and set down to sleep, and to lie by your side for sublime centuries (until we crumble to dust when we’re crushed by a single sunbeam).
― ciderpress, Wednesday, 26 September 2007 06:26 (eighteen years ago)
Once Upon the wings of love I dashed up on the craft wrinkled foreheads greet me, but I'm high therefore I laugh attendants rush me, to check my bags they said "hurry, cuz we 15 minutes behind we have one seat left and its way in the back it shouldnt be too hard to find, go sit down." I said aiite bitch, but I said it kinda low It won't no problem go towards the back I go had a little weed on me didn't want it to show some helicopter took my patna 3 months to grow so, I slid to the rear to find my chair Hey pretty girl is this my chair here? the key Y) didn't even crack a smile She smelt my black and Mild she think I be actin wild and she refused to move her purse out the little little seat freak trying to get the dude to curse wanted a nigga to rant and rave just because of my color, thinkin I cant behave I said, "Pardon me ma'am, excuse me miss But there's no reason for you to be pissed I done payed my dues, payed my bills and fees Just wanna sit by the window here while I'm feeling the breeze" caise
(chorus) Right now I feel so good that I won't let nothin or nobody bring me down cant wait until the pilot finally levitate trying to find a way to feel just like this way everyday
Breezier, Breezier Breezier, Breezier Breezier, Breezier
Attendants walked the asles as if we were in some type of camp I seen all my belongings, big and small things disappearing underneath on ramp man, I started feeling kinda wicked should have never bought a ticket put on my seat belt in case we land in shit creek I had to grit me teeth but then things kinda felt in place I couldnt wait, broke out my big bag put it on the tray table wheels start rolling, table wouldnt stay stable Waiter walked up and said do you want a beer? I said yeah, he got happy start doing a cheer He gave a bag of nuts to the nigga next in line Put on a gas mask and pointed to the exit sign I'm checkin it odd, I'm feeling the breeze and everybody on the plane lookin at me, cause
(Chorus) Right now I feel so good that I won't let nothin or nobody bring me down cant wait until the pilot finally levitate tryin to find a way to feel just like this everyday
Breezier, Breezier x3
The weather started getting rough and the big ass plane shook I started trippin, cause everybody was flippin and dippin and even hiding pocket books from crooks I'm like look I know its kinda scary, its a long way down you should have had your shit together when you was on the ground aint no time for whining and crying about dying cause when its your time, its your time, but right now I'm
(chorus) feel so Right now I feel so good that I won't let nothin or nobody bring me down cant wait until the pilot finally levitate trying to find a way to feel just like this everyday
― Noodle Vague, Wednesday, 26 September 2007 06:47 (eighteen years ago)
easy lee
chemicals
ghetto funk ghetto funk ghetto funk
it's the crunk in my trunk
easy lee nigga please
in my junk
easy lee sherm and weed and e chemicals ozs and keys realest gs
mushy bees
-- vahid (vahid), Thursday, June 9, 2005 4:32 AM (2 years ago) Bookmark Link
― jabba hands, Wednesday, 26 September 2007 06:55 (eighteen years ago)
"Winter's Wolves" by The Sword, to answer your question
― Alex in NYC, Wednesday, 26 September 2007 18:01 (eighteen years ago)
lolz at villalobos
― Mark Clemente, Wednesday, 26 September 2007 18:04 (eighteen years ago)
alex i imagined those lyrics above in the melody of "forever young", is it supposed to be like that?
if so, great
― Mark Clemente, Wednesday, 26 September 2007 18:06 (eighteen years ago)
No, but it would be SO MUCH BETTER if they were.
― Alex in NYC, Wednesday, 26 September 2007 18:12 (eighteen years ago)
FORREEEVVERR YOOOUNNNNNNGGGGG FOOOREVERR YOOOOUUUUNGGGGGGGGGGGGG
May You Stayyeeeeeee Foreevvverrr Youunnngggg
― Mark Clemente, Wednesday, 26 September 2007 18:25 (eighteen years ago)
You might walk all over me in violet shoes While I shake the rollercoaster morning blues I can't get satisfied by being satisfied I opened up my mind to find it wasn't mine
Then I look for someone else I could find no-one else like you
And when I needed something wasn't there And then I pleaded on the silent share Only when it suits I can be on the side You called me up what's in my song Without a smile
― Mr. Snrub, Wednesday, 26 September 2007 20:00 (eighteen years ago)
Times New Viking have my favorite lyrics of any new band.
― Trip Maker, Wednesday, 26 September 2007 20:01 (eighteen years ago)
Back in the day you had been part of the smart set You'd holidayed with kings, dined out with starlets From London to New York, Cap Ferrat to Capri In perfume by Chanel and clothes by Givenchy You sipped camparis with David and Peter At Noel's parties by Lake Geneva Scaling the dizzy heights of high society Armed only with a cheque-book and a family tree
You chased the sun around the Cote d'Azur Until the light of youth became obscured And left you on your own and in the shade An English lady of a certain age And if a nice young man would buy you a drink You'd say with a conspiratorial wink "You wouldn't think that I was seventy" And he'd say,"no, you couldn't be!"
You had to marry someone very very rich So that you might be kept in the style to which You had all of your life been accustomed to But that the socialists had taxed away from you You gave him children, a girl and a boy To keep your sanity a nanny was employed And when the time came they were sent away Well that was simply what you did in those days
You chased the sun around the Cote d'Azur Until the light of youth became obscured And left you on your own and in the shade An English lady of a certain age And if a nice young man would buy you a drink You'd say with a conspiratorial wink "You wouldn't think that I was sixty three" And he'd say,"no, you couldn't be!
Your son's in stocks and bonds and lives back in Surrey Flies down once in a while and leaves in a hurry Your daughter never finished her finishing school Married a strange young man of whom you don't approve Your husband's hollow heart gave out one Christmas Day He left the villa to his mistress in Marseilles And so you come here to escape your little flat Hoping someone will fill your glass and let you chat about how
You chased the sun around the Cote d'Azur Until the light of youth became obscured And left you all alone and in the shade An English lady of a certain age And if a nice young man would buy you a drink You'd say with a conspiratorial wink "You wouldn't think that I was fifty three" And he'd say,"no, you couldn't be!
― Paul in Santa Cruz, Wednesday, 26 September 2007 20:10 (eighteen years ago)
Ashlee Simpson- Better Off -- The sky is falling And it's early in the morning But it's ok somehow I spilt my coffee, it went All over your clothes I gotta wear mine now
And im always, always,always late And my hair's a mess, Even when it's straight
But so what, I'm better off everyday When i'm standing in the pouring rain, I dont mind I think of you and everythings alright I used to think i had it good But now i know that i misunderstood With you I'd say, i'm better off in every way
My friends keep callin' They say, they say i'm stallin' And they wanna meet you now I tell them hell no, i say We're tryin' to lay low Don't wanna lose what i've found
Things are finally, finally lookin' up Oh my feet are on the ground Even though im stuck
Things are finally, finally lookin' up Oh my feet are on the ground Even though im stuck Even though im stuck
Yeah, yeah
Better off in every way I'm better off in every way I'm better off today
The sky is falling And it's early in the morning But it's ok
― Matt Armstrong, Wednesday, 26 September 2007 20:23 (eighteen years ago)
What you gon' do with all that junk? All that junk inside that trunk? I'ma get, get, get, get, you drunk, Get you love drunk off my hump. What you gon' do with all that ass? All that ass inside them jeans? I'm a make, make, make, make you scream Make you scream, make you scream. Cos of my hump (ha), my hump, my hump, my hump (what). My hump, my hump, my hump (ha), my lovely lady lumps (Check it out)
― stephen, Wednesday, 26 September 2007 20:48 (eighteen years ago)
The people asking questions to the people with the answers The people with the answers are the people with the questions So the people with the questions asked the people with the answers The people with the answers won't tell the people with the questions the answers
So the people with the questions they ask the people with the answers But the people with the answers won't speak to them Because the people with the answers do the people with the questions just a little too hard a time to speak to
I'm a man that likes to be alone I'm a man that likes to think alone I don't have too many answers, but I got a whole heap of questions I got a whole heap of questions that I won't hide from you
So low, (unclear lyric)
So the people with the books they went and stood up on the mountain To get away from the people with no books The people with the books they started reading on the mountain but they couldn't see a thing because the sky went dark I don't know where the cloud cover came from I'm just sitting here rocking on the station
I don't want to be the type of guy who lives alone, reading books, and never eats a pizza pie I don't want to be the type of person sitting alone with a book on my own
With a book on my own
The people with the questions got together with the people with the books and left the people with answers out So the people with the answers started to make their way over the hill to meet with people with the questions and the people with the books
And we all live together on a little round ball We all sing together when the cuckoo calls
I'm not the type best living alone Could we live together? Well, I don't know...
People, why do you lie?
I'm not sitting here giving you a lesson So I'll just keep my mouth shut for the next few minutes
Can't keep quiet for long I'm a human being Can't help singing this song I'm a human being
You won't listen to me I'm not an authority
So the people with the answers met the people with the questions and the people with the books sat down They finally decided to sit around to talk about their problems to see if they could come up with some answers to meet the questions and some questions to meet the answers
well, the leaves on the trees are green [ok we're agreed on that] and the roads are not very clean [ok we're agreed on that] and the food we eat is not very healthy [ok we're agreed on that] and the music we make is not particularly good [ok we're agreed on that] and the planets sort of revolve around the sun [ok we're agreed on that] and the moon is a big ball with nothing on it, and I don't think anyone's ever been there [ok, so we're kind of agreed on that, so what are we arguing about? Well, I don't know... [ok, so let's get together and smoke a bit of pizza pie]
So the people with a pizza pie made me very high The people with the questions smile And the people with the answers lie They lie
So no pizza for them
― Just got offed, Wednesday, 26 September 2007 21:05 (eighteen years ago)
Lil Jon - Get Low
― max r, Wednesday, 26 September 2007 21:19 (eighteen years ago)
"stay happy" by outrageous cherry. genuinely positive or ironically bitter, it speaks to me like little else has in recent times (excepting several songs by kubichek and the cranebuilders)
― electricsound, Thursday, 27 September 2007 00:00 (eighteen years ago)
hi hope i hyper hy-y-per mediocrity
you don't need to emerge from nothing you don't need to tear away
feels good looks good sounds good looks good feels good too feels good too (uh-huh, that's right) feels good too (uh-huh, that's right)
― wanko ergo sum, Thursday, 27 September 2007 00:18 (eighteen years ago)
I don't know if it's my favorite, but "Someone Great" by LCD Soundsystem is awesome.
― HI DERE, Thursday, 27 September 2007 00:29 (eighteen years ago)
This is kind of a weird one, but I love every part of "The Shy Retirer" by Arab Strap.
― Ben Boyerrr, Thursday, 27 September 2007 01:00 (eighteen years ago)
"The Past Is A Grotesque Animal" by Of Montreal, by some way.
― Mister Craig, Thursday, 27 September 2007 05:56 (eighteen years ago)
Dunno if it's the best, but "The Sound Of Crying" by Prefab Sprout is so ignored it deserves a mention. Written during the first gulf war, it still works great today:
Hang out the flags a new world order’s on the way Start singing now a song to greet the joyful day Just when we thought The time was right for celebrating With music of the spheres What’s this - another boat of fleeing refugees on A sea of children’s tears
Once more the sound of crying Is number one across the earth
We’re only men and women doing what we can Sometimes I think that God is working to a plan Then other times I swear that he is improvising Discordant and remote Another orphan baby in failed uprising Another real bum note
And if you’re listening up there You could consider this a prayer Well who am I to tell you how to run your business Man, you could strike me blind What kind of noise we gotta make down here Before we destroy your peace of mind
― Geir Hongro, Thursday, 27 September 2007 10:16 (eighteen years ago)
it's been a long old decade
― Just got offed, Thursday, 27 September 2007 11:29 (eighteen years ago)
i don't know about decade, but "all my friends" is a contender for best lyrics of the year for me.
― fritz, Friday, 28 September 2007 20:38 (eighteen years ago)
Don’t be M-I-A We’re gonna make you L-O-L B-T-W this is all for you We’re so H-O-T that you’ll be saying O-M-G B-T-W this is all for you We’re bringing the party to ya A-S-A-P don’t ya It’s as simple as A-B-C We got whatcha need We got the power of five Coming with is F-Y-I S-P-G doing it Big big things And we’ll be poppin on On automatic flow And we ain’t stoppin ‘til you’re on our team yeah Don’t be M-I-A We’re gonna make you L-O-L B-T-W this is all for you We’re so H-O-T that you’ll be saying O-M-G B-T-W this is all for you Don’t tell us to B-R-B We rockin eternally All live we O-G-G No G-A-M-E Our music we don’t play Back and forth that’s the way Come on join in If not then G-T-G And we’ll be poppin’ on On automatic flow And we ain’t stoppin’ until you’re on our team yeah Don’t be M-I-A We’re gonna make you L-O-L B-T-W this is all for you We’re so H-O-T that you’ll be saying O-M-G B-T-W this is all for you A-B-C-D-E-F-G Tell me what you think of me Kickin’ it S-P-G Style 2-3 come on Don’t you say I-D-K You got the info so don’t play L-M-N-O-P use it The 4-1-1 don’t abuse it!
Don’t be M-I-A We’re gonna make you L-O-L B-T-W this is all for you We’re so H-O-T that you’ll be saying O-M-G B-T-W this is all for you Don’t be M-I-A We’re gonna make you L-O-L B-T-W this is all for you We’re so H-O-T that you’ll be saying O-M-G B-T-W this is all for you
― max r, Friday, 28 September 2007 22:59 (eighteen years ago)