lovers_spit Posted June 10, 2008 Report Share Posted June 10, 2008 Sorry if this has been done but I havent seen anything on it.What are your favourite lyrics? Any lyrics that you love or think are particularily naff?Then discuss them!Currently my favourite lyrics are that of Brand News single "Jesus Christ""Jesus Christ I'm alone againso what did you do those three days you were dead?Cos this problems gonna last more than the weekend"I'll post more when they occur to me Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Soda Jerk Posted June 10, 2008 Report Share Posted June 10, 2008 George Formby spits lyrics like no other. Dig this.Now I go cleanin' windows to earn an honest bobFor a nosy parker it's an interestin' jobNow it's a job that just suits meA window cleaner you would beIf you can see what I can seeWhen I'm cleanin' windowsHoneymoonin' couples tooYou should see them bill 'n cooYou'd be surprised at things they doWhen I'm cleanin' windowsIn my profession I'll work hardBut I'll never stopI'll climb this blinkin' ladderTill I get right to the topThe blushin' bride, she looks divineThe bridegroom he is doin' fineI'd rather have his job than mineWhen I'm cleanin' windowsThe chambermaids' sweet names I callIt's a wonder I don't fallMy mind's not on my work at allWhen I'm cleanin' windowsI know a fella, such a swellHe has a thirst, that's plain to tellI've seen him drink his bath as wellWhen I'm cleanin' windowsOh, in my profession I'll work hardBut I'll never stopI'll climb this blinkin' ladderTill I get right to the topPyjamas lyin' side by sideLadies nighties I have spiedI've often seen what goes insideWhen I'm cleanin' windows------ banjo ------Now there's a famous talkie queenShe looks a flapper on the screenShe's more like eightie than eighteenWhen I'm cleanin' windowsShe pulls her hair all down behindThen pulls down her... never mindAnd after that pulls down the blindWhen I'm cleanin' windowsIn my profession I'll work hardBut I'll never stopI'll climb this blinkin' ladderTill I get right to the topAn old maid walks around the floorShe's so fed up, one day I'm sureShe'll drag me in and lock the doorWhen I'm cleanin' windowsWhen I'm cleanin' windows Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Soda Jerk Posted June 10, 2008 Report Share Posted June 10, 2008 I like this one too.Dr. Dre - Forgot about Dre"So fuck y'all. All a y'allY'all don't like me? Blow me.Mad at me because I can finally afford to provide my family with groceries"I like rap songs. I also like how "groceries" was the most angst ridden word the Doctor could think of that half-rhymed with "Blow Me". I hope I don't get caught up in one of his drive-by fruit-pelting's. Dayamnn. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
lovers_spit Posted June 10, 2008 Author Report Share Posted June 10, 2008 I like this one too.Dr. Dre - Forgot about Dre"So fuck y'all. All a y'allY'all don't like me? Blow me.Mad at me because I can finally afford to provide my family with groceries"I like rap songs. I also like how "groceries" was the most angst ridden word the Doctor could think of that half-rhymed with "Blow Me". I hope I don't get caught up in one of his drive-by fruit-pelting's. Dayamnn.Ah but you forget the illustrious "Lets Get High" from that very same album"I just took some ecstacyain't no telling what the side effects could beand all these bitches here equal sex to meand i've got this bad bitch laying next to me" Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Soda Jerk Posted June 10, 2008 Report Share Posted June 10, 2008 Good god, I never owned the album I'm afraid. I'm quite glad I didn't. I don't understand how Dre could go from his NWA material to his god awful solo career. I like those lyrics you posted though. Dre knows how to have a good time, but I just wish he'd go back to poppin' caps in the Poh-lice. Y'know? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Teabags Posted June 10, 2008 Report Share Posted June 10, 2008 Currently, it's these, from the Agoraphobic Nosebleed/Kill the Client split 7", fav bits in bold.1. Assault RifleTook a blowtorch to the judges feet while bums fucked his daughter.Burned holes in her eyelids with cigarettes because she wouldn't stop crying.Then god and godless wept for the finks, snitches, and liars.Ammunition as currency and I'm wearing a wire.Prayers to be answered, kidnap and murder for hire.Wearing a suit you're as good as dead, there'll be no warning shots fired.Shot the judge, jury, and the state executioner. Killed the lawyers, clients, and all their friends.Killed off the victim's families one by one, laid them facing Mecca end to end.Pray for they prey compassion in a quick and painless death.Pray for they enemy that they should never know my face, god works in mysterious ways as i lay in wait.Annihilate fucking everyone, annihilate everything.Fuck the world and everyone on it.Fuck you, your god, your family.Fuck the world and everything on it.Burn it all to the fucking ground.Annihilate fucking everyone, annihilate everything. Piss where I can see you bitch.Invisible enemies have us surrounded.Bloodshed in infrared, multiple targets.From enslavement to obliteration, to completely mentally retarded.Death by my own manipulation, kill the fucking client.2. Mock ExecutionArabian goggles over Baghdad. Condoleezza steamer on an old man's chest.I don't give a fuck, Saddam took it like a man.Bush would have cried, begged for his life, taken out a second mortgage on his soul,fucked around on his wife and defaulted the entire loan.Life's a lovely tit to gently squeeze or a boob to wrench and bruise.I honestly don't give a fuck, unemployed and the economy is great.To all the southern boys getting sand pounded up their ass, my thanks.America escapes the breadline again, this time in hi-def, seven speaker surround sound.Ate so much wartime pussy I'm really puttin' on the pounds.Life's a lovely tit to gently squeeze or a fucking boob to wrench and bruise. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Huw Posted June 10, 2008 Report Share Posted June 10, 2008 I like this one too.Dr. Dre - Forgot about Dre"So fuck y'all. All a y'allY'all don't like me? Blow me.Mad at me because I can finally afford to provide my family with groceries"I like rap songs. I also like how "groceries" was the most angst ridden word the Doctor could think of that half-rhymed with "Blow Me". I hope I don't get caught up in one of his drive-by fruit-pelting's. Dayamnn.i thought it was:"So fuck y'all. All a y'allY'all don't like me? Blow me.Y'all gon' keep fuckin' round wit' me and turn me back to the old me."i'm pretty sure, which means that he rhymes me with me, which is gash. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest treader. Posted June 11, 2008 Report Share Posted June 11, 2008 maybe it's both. lolzozlzolrlz. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Soda Jerk Posted June 11, 2008 Report Share Posted June 11, 2008 ' date=' post: 477199"']i thought it was:"So fuck y'all. All a y'allY'all don't like me? Blow me.Y'all gon' keep fuckin' round wit' me and turn me back to the old me."i'm pretty sure, which means that he rhymes me with me, which is gash.You might be right. I haven't heard that song in a long long time.Either way, the rhyming is terrible throughout. I dig that. I especially like the line about groceries though.I'm a big fan of early They Might Be Giants lyrics. Far too many to mention all the best ones, but I like this one alot, from Hey Mr DJ, I Thought We Had A Deal?"I could never sleep my way to the top.My alarm clock always wakes me right up"Awesome. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
delboy Posted June 11, 2008 Report Share Posted June 11, 2008 they don't come much better than this....Happiness, happiness, the greatest gift that I possesI thank the Lord I've been blessedWith more than my share of happinessTo me this old world is a wonderful placeAnd I'm just about the luckiest human in the whole human raceI've got no silver and I've got no goldJust a whole lot of happiness in my soulHappiness, happiness, the greatest gift that I possesI thank the Lord I've been blessedWith more than my share of happinessHappiness to me is an ocean tideOr a sunset fading on a mountain sideOr maybe a big old heaven full of stars up aboveWhen I'm in the arms of the one I loveHappiness is a field of grainLifting its face to the falling rainI can see it in the sunshine, I breathe it in the rainHappiness everywhereHappiness, happiness, the greatest gift that I possesI thank the Lord I've been blessedWith more than my share of happinessA wise old man told me one timeThat happiness is nothing but a frame of mindI hope when you go to measuring my successThat you don't count my money count my happinessHappiness, happiness, the greatest gift that I possesI thank the Lord I've been blessedWith more than my share of happinessHappiness, happiness, the greatest gift that I possesI thank the Lord I've been blessedWith more than my share of happiness Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
zoophagus Posted June 11, 2008 Report Share Posted June 11, 2008 One evening as the sun went down and the jungle fire was burningDown the track came a hobo hiking and he said boys I'm not turningI'm headin for a land that's far away beside the crystal fountainsSo come with me we'll go and see the Big Rock Candy MountainsIn the Big Rock Candy Mountains there's a land that's fair and brightWhere the handouts grow on bushes and you sleep out every nightWhere the boxcars are all empty and the sun shines every dayOn the birds and the bees and the cigarette treesWhere the lemonade springs where the bluebird singsIn the Big Rock Candy MountainsIn the Big Rock Candy Mountains all the cops have wooden legsAnd the bulldogs all have rubber teeth and the hens lay soft boiled eggsThe farmer's trees are full of fruit and the barns are full of hayOh, I'm bound to go where there ain't no snowWhere the rain don't fall and the wind don't blowIn the Big Rock Candy MountainsIn the Big Rock Candy Mountains you never change your socksAnd the little streams of alcohol come a-trickling down the rocksThe brakemen have to tip their hats and the railroad bulls are blindThere's a lake of stew and of whiskey tooYou can paddle all around 'em in a big canoeIn the Big Rock Candy MountainsIn the Big Rock Candy Mountains the jails are made of tinAnd you can walk right out again as soon as you are inThere ain't no short handled shovels, no axes saws or picksI'm a goin to stay where you sleep all dayWhere they hung the jerk that invented workIn the Big Rock Candy MountainsI'll see you all this coming fall in the Big Rock Candy Mountains Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
The Sloth Posted June 11, 2008 Report Share Posted June 11, 2008 Too many lyrics to choose...Pretty much everything by Acid Bath. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest treader. Posted June 11, 2008 Report Share Posted June 11, 2008 i like the lyrics to anything by ed gein. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
GavH Posted June 11, 2008 Report Share Posted June 11, 2008 adam greens usually got some quality lyricsthere's no wrong way to fuck a girl with no legsjust tell her you love her as she's crawlin' awaythere's no wrong way to fuck a bitch with no faithnow you'll never be sad again Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
palmer_eldritch Posted June 12, 2008 Report Share Posted June 12, 2008 When I was young and they packed me off to schooland taught me how not to play the game,I didn't mind if they groomed me for success,or if they said that I was a fool.So I left there in the morningwith their God tucked underneath my arm --their half-assed smiles and the book of rules.So I asked this God a questionand by way of firm reply,He said -- I'm not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays.So to my old headmaster (and to anyone who cares):before I'm through I'd like to say my prayers --I don't believe you:you had the whole damn thing all wrong --He's not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays.Well you can excomunicate me on my way to Sunday schooland have all the bishops harmonize these lines --how do you dare tell me that I'm my Father's sonwhen that was just an accident of Birth.I'd rather look around me -- compose a better song`cos that's the honest measure of my worth.In your pomp and all your glory you're a poorer man than me,as you lick the boots of death born out of fear.I don't believe you:you had the whole damn thing all wrong --He's not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Christy Posted June 12, 2008 Report Share Posted June 12, 2008 'No God up in the skyAnd no devil beneath the seaCould do the job that you did, babyOf bringing me to my knees'Beautiful.From 'Brompton Oratory' by Nick Cave and the Bad SeedsLove from Christy Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Frosty Jack Posted June 13, 2008 Report Share Posted June 13, 2008 Anything by King Creosote. Beautifully understated poetry.Or Ian Simpson from out of the Family Simpson. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
sross90 Posted June 13, 2008 Report Share Posted June 13, 2008 Im afraid of a ghostits the sight I fear the mostRather have a piece of toastwatch the evening newsLife ohh, life.....shut the f*** up des, your lyrics are poop!!!!! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
lovers_spit Posted July 10, 2008 Author Report Share Posted July 10, 2008 "Jonnys in the basement mixing up the medicineIm on the pavement thinkin about the government"Pretty basic. Bit of Dylan Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
TR!ΔNGL€ T€€TH Posted July 10, 2008 Report Share Posted July 10, 2008 You know what this thread needs? A Smashing Pumpkins lyric.blank page was all the ragenever meant to say anythingin bed I was half deadtired of dreaming of restgot dressed, drove the state linelooking for you at the five and dimestop sign told me stay at hometold me you were not aloneblank page was all the ragenever meant to hurt anyonein bed I was half deadtired of dreaming of restyou haven't changed, you're still the samemay you rise as you fallyou were easy, you are forgottenyou are the ways of my mistakesI catch the rainfall through the leaking roofthat you had left behindyou remind me of that leak in my soulthe rain falls, my friends callleaking rain on the phonetake a day, plant some treesmay they shade you from memay your children play beneathblank page was all the ragenever meant to say anythingin bed I was half deadtired of dreaming of restgot dressed, drove the state linelooking for you at the five and dimebut there I was picking pieces upyou are a ghost of my indecisionno more, little girl Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
framheim Posted July 11, 2008 Report Share Posted July 11, 2008 Anything by King Creosote. Beautifully understated poetry.Or Ian Simpson from out of the Family Simpson.in particular the line "I gave you half my heart, you gave a half hearted shrug"gets me everytime. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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