Just a few days ago I heard this Pearl Jam song, I am mine: I particularly like this bit: I don't listen to the radio much, so it's new to me, and quite groovy. Anyone else found any nice lyrics lately?
Tool, of course. Tool's CD "Lateralus" was really the last one that caught my eye, especially the songs Parabol/a and Lateralus...enjoy Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image!. If you haven't already heard these, I HIGHLY recommend you download them. No band can compete with Tool, they are practically a genre and league of their own.... Parabol So familiar and overwhelmingly warm This one, this form I hold now. Embracing you, this reality here, This one, this form I hold now, so Wide eyed and hopeful. Wide eyed and hopefully wild. We barely remember what came before this precious moment, Choosing to be here right now. Hold on, stay inside... This body holding me, reminding me that I am not alone in This body makes me feel eternal. All this pain is an illusion. Parabola We barely remember who or what came before this precious moment, We are choosing to be here right now. Hold on, stay inside This holy reality, this holy experience. Choosing to be here in This body. This body holding me. Be my reminder here that I am not alone in This body, this body holding me, feeling eternal All this pain is an illusion. Alive, I In this holy reality, in this holy experience. Choosing to be here in This body. This body holding me. Be my reminder here that I am not alone in This body, this body holding me, feeling eternal All this pain is an illusion. Twirling round with this familiar parable. Spinning, weaving round each new experience. Recognize this as a holy gift and celebrate this chance to be alive and breathing. This body holding me reminds me of my own mortality. Embrace this moment. Remember. We are eternal. All this pain is an illusion. And finally, what is in my opinion one of the greatest songs EVER recorded... Lateralus Black then white are all I see in my infancy. red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me. lets me see. As below, so above and beyond, I imagine drawn beyond the lines of reason. Push the envelope. Watch it bend. Over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind. Withering my intuition, missing opportunities and I must Feed my will to feel my moment drawing way outside the lines. Black then white are all I see in my infancy. red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me. lets me see there is so much more and beckons me to look through to these infinite possibilities. As below, so above and beyond, I imagine drawn outside the lines of reason. Push the envelope. Watch it bend. Over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind. Withering my intuition leaving all these opportunities behind. Feed my will to feel this moment urging me to cross the line. Reaching out to embrace the random. Reaching out to embrace whatever may come. I embrace my desire to feel the rhythm, to feel connected enough to step aside and weep like a widow to feel inspired, to fathom the power, to witness the beauty, to bathe in the fountain, to swing on the spiral of our divinity and still be a human. With my feet upon the ground I lose myself between the sounds and open wide to suck it in, I feel it move across my skin. I'm reaching up and reaching out, I'm reaching for the random or what ever will bewilder me. And following our will and wind we may just go where no one's been. We'll ride the spiral to the end and may just go where no one's been. Spiral out. Keep going, going...
despite all my rage, i am still just a rat in a cage secret destroyers....hold you up to the flaaaaaame......and, what do i get??? (rock on Angelus and Rowen) Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image!
Left channel: Snack! Bet a leader zooms Some blood down your street Ehhh, bet you eat his figs, you meek Help a bleeder, fill it up And almond eyes went up B-cup Ssssleaks And almond eyes Want a B-cup leaks Peak Expression cause you Squirt! Almond eyes want a B-cup leaks Bet you eat his figs you meek. Meek. Meek. Snack. Snack. Snack. Snack. Bet a leader zooms Some blood down your street I bet you eat his figs you meek. Help a bleeder fill it up Help a bleeder Fill it up alllllmond eyes When a bleeder fills it up Bleeder, bleeder, bleeder, A bleeder Would you like a snack? Uh, help a bleeder Snack. Right channel: Snack! A real slap on her goony ass Helps you sleep Don' it? Don' it? It helps you sleep. I'd better eat I'd better eat Five year plans are . . . hard to sit through Do you like me in five? Or 3/4? Five makes you clap off! Clap off! Clap off, clap off, clap off, clap off, clap off Oooh, clap off I make buns, um, cuz I have trouble Exploding by myself. Snacks! Snacks. A real slap on a groovy ass helps you sleep Bet you eat her figs this week Bet you eat her figs this week Would you like a snack? Get her flat on her back like that, She leaves in the middle of the program. Get her back like that and give her a SNACK! Help a bleeder Give her a snack Get her flat on her back, and help a bleeder And give her a snack Fill it up, boy, fill it up SNACKS! Snack! I make buns because I have a snack problem. When my B-cup leaks, I have a SNACK! Get her flat on back like that, Give her a snack. And she leaves in the middle of the program And she leaves, and she leaves, and she leaves She leaves you sitting there with Nothing but a snack! To keep you from eating cupcakes? When are the cupcakes? Would you like a snack? slick/zappa
I Love Life Here comes your bedtime story: Mum & Dad have sentenced you to life. Don't think twice; it's the only reason I'm alive. I feel alright as long as I don't forget to breathe. Breathe in, breathe in, breathe out. Look at all these buildings & houses I love my life. I love my life. Hey now, slow down a minute. Take my arms & fill them full of life. Don't think twice. Does it ease the pain of being alive? Or is it why - why you keep nodding out on me? Breathe in, breathe in, breathe out. Another day, another major disaster I love my life. I love my life. You got a problem. I lost my keys when I stayed at your place. On the floor of your living room, you made the scene but it'll never get shown on TV. So tonight prepare to kiss goodbye to my lovelife. So get this right- I love my life; it's the only reason I'm alive. It's mine, all mine - as long as I don't forget to breathe. Breathe in, breathe in, breathe out. Corny I know, but you had better believe it I love my life. I love my life. I love my life. God, how I love my life. That's right: you've got to fight to the death for the right to live your life. Alright: I'm gonna fight to the death 'til they give me back my life. That's right: you're in the land of the living but there's so few signs of life. Alright. Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe out. --Pulp
'Cooler than hell' I've got something to sell that is cooler than hell I'm not just a dealer some call me a healer of wounds great and small I have cured them all. I am the arms dealer You can be one too Let me show you what to do With more armor, bunkers and weapons than ever before we're more vulnerable with less immunity than ever before. so... If you need to make people more vulnerable without immunity just sell them more armor, bunkers and weapons. The weaker they become the more they need weapons big and small. short and tall slick as a satin nightie Ain't she a beauty? Chorus:.....Ya gotta feel small if a gun makes you big... But a gun like disease keeps on giving Chorus:..... Its protection against the mob or pig Chorus:..... You'll need one to kill to keep on living Chorus:..... You can bust a strong man just like a twig. Chorus:..... Its self defense when you need forgiving. Chorus:..... OK OK you can change your mind whenever you need You might want one for your neighbor or even Saddam. There is one last warning I'd like you to heed... Beware the smallest weapon be it a virus or atom. In a battle between the virus and us... The meek shall inherit the Earth. don hakman 2002
Underground Network by Anti-Flag the national media cover clinton/lewinsky while the world's governments sell out millions on the issue of free trade but somewhere in the night -- a force is not asleep ad a massive organization plans to rise up to its feet... it does it like this... a pirate radio voice transmite into the night and from D.C. to Peking email warns of lost global rights and the hoax the world's leaders, wanted no one to see comes crashing on their heads from grass roots -- striking it down the blows coming for the world's... chorus: underground network - alternative communication corporate media can't keep us beat down, brainwashed, enslaved 'cause of our... underground network - alternative communication they try to blind us but we... stand up and fight! stnad up and fight! they try to keep us ignorant but we... stand up and fight! stand up and fight! they want to make our rights away so... stand up and fight fight...! just take a look around the world and you're going to find that nearly all mass media are owned and controlled by a handful of conservative capitalists. we must devise and implement alternative methods of distributing our news, our information, our ideas -- people worldwide working together to make a stand, to tell the truth! --------------------------------------------------------------- sooner or later people are gonna get tired of me and Anti-Flag
Standing on the beach With a gun in my hand Staring at the sea Staring at the sand Staring down the barrel At the arab on the ground I can see his open mouth But I hear no sound I'm alive I'm dead I'm the stranger Killing an arab I can turn And walk away Or I can fire the gun Staring at the sky Staring at the sun Whichever I chose It amounts to the same Absolutely nothing I'm alive I'm dead I'm the stranger Killing an arab I feel the steel butt jump Smooth in my hand Staring at the sea Staring at the sand Staring at myself Reflected in the eyes Of the dead man on the beach The dead man on the beach I'm alive I'm dead I'm the stranger Killing an arab - The Cure
Betrayed desires, and a piece of the game Even though I know-I suppose I'll show All my cool and cold-like old job And I still believe that I cannot be saved
I second Nebula, Tool rocks. Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image! Nat King Cole - Mona Lisa (The 50s rock.)
Soot And Stars the words flow, decisions made idea's mine, but the inspiration's not .. dreams of hangers on, dreams of getting well spells of ezmerelda, emeralds foretold splinters in the eye sentiments remain bones that never rest where we going to it was never up to me and yet i pushed until it broke i love the open road and all that it suggests wheel wagon dust weeds and infidelities and always for a love never question why in a wooden house immoveable and silent and drinking strawberry wine forever lost in town and thru the sleeping streets night bound and heavy wheels in the spoke still spoken for himself now my gates are high, my friends even higher forgotten in my mind, yet the sky still linger and cloud the blue skies, i'm jealous of you birds was the only truth in a world full of words? hear the prairie sound in a friend called near the heart is pointed down but my spirit pointed up his voice for siren of greek mythology i pause with my pen i begin to defend every action taken, every moment sealed when i was quick it coursed through open veins the will to live the urgency to move behind a panel door sealing cherry stain i play my guitar and live those lonesome notes like a dog that's down in a corner just a sigh waiting to be called waiting to be yours ghosts of all my shame without purpose or will i often speak of you but the you is always me cause when i speak of me it's me i ask of you so let there be no truth just trickery in rhymes time the only thing waiting still as death i hope for resolution pray one defining moment pause without restrain barren without child a child is who i was a child is who i'll die soot in my hair and stars in my hands soot in my hair and stars in my hands soot in my hair and stars in my hands -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- by: Billy Corgan.
It was on the good ship Venus By Christ you should've seen us The figurehead was a whore in bed And a masturbating penis. The Captain of this sucker He was a dirty bugger He wasn't fit to shovel shit From one place to another. Chorus Friggin' in the riggin' Friggin' in the riggin' Friggin' in the riggin' 'cause there was fuck all else to do. The Captain's name was Morgan By Christ he was a Mormon Ten tunes a day we'd play away On his fucking organ. Chorus The First Mate's name was Cooper By Christ he was a trooper He jerked and jerked until he worked Himself into a stupor. Chorus The Second Mate was Andy By Christ he had a dandy 'Til they crushed his cock with jagged rocks For coming in the brandy. Chorus The cabin boy was Kipper He was a fucking nipper He stuffed his arse with broken glass And circumcised the skipper.* Chorus The Captain's wife was Mabel By Christ she wasn't able So the dirty shits they nailed her tits Across the bar room table. Chorus
If ever I were to committ suicide, I'd do it to this song Stone Sour - "Bother" Wish I was Too dead to cry My self-affliction fades Stones to throw at my creator Masochists to which I cater You don't need to bother; I don't need to be I'll keep slipping farther But once I hold on, I won't let go 'til it bleeds Wish I was too dead to care If indeed I cared at all Never had a voice to protest So you fed me shit to digest I wish I had a reason; my flaws are open season For this, I gave up trying One good turn deserves my dying You don't need to bother; I don't need to be I'll keep slipping farther But once I hold on, I won't let go 'til it bleeds [Solo: Corey] Wish I'd died instead of lived A zombie hides my face Shell forgotten with its memories Diaries left with cryptic entries And you don't need to bother; I don't need to be I'll keep slipping farther But once I hold on, I won't let go 'til it bleeds You don't need to bother; I don't need to be I'll keep slipping farther But once I hold on: I'll never live down my deceit
Apropos to current world situation Generals gathered in their masses just like witches at black masses evil minds that plot destruction sorcerers of death's construction in the fields the bodies burning as the war machine keeps turning death and hatred to mankind poisoning their brainwashed minds, oh lord yeah! Politicians hide themselves away they only started the war Why should they go out to fight? They leave that role to the poor Time will tell on their power minds Making war just for fun Treating people just like pawns in chess Wait 'till their judgement day comes, yeah! Now in darkness, world stops turning as the war machine keeps burning No more war pigs of the power Hand of God has struck the hour Day of judgement, God is calling on their knees, the war pigs crawling Begging mercy for their sins Satan, laughing, spreads his wings ALL RIGHT NOW!
