waltz Posted December 5, 2009 Report Share Posted December 5, 2009 Henri Got Cancer by Kartta. For the record, this song has nothing to do with the debilitating disease.Kartta on MySpace Music - Free Streaming MP3s, Pictures & Music DownloadsHenri died today,Only papa would say,What he saw the last time.He looked, he said: "Above the buildings, above the sky",And was struck so he sang off key,And danced with the dead.At least he played true to what he knew.He wrote true to what he knew."Nothing scares me more", he said,"Put a gun to my head","It's funny", Fate said,Peering over his all shoulder.At least he played true to what he knew.He wrote true to what he knew.And as all our heroes die, we try to remember.Thank you! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest idol_wild Posted December 6, 2009 Report Share Posted December 6, 2009 There is an extra "all" in those lyrics. I am not good at typing. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dave-IRL Posted December 6, 2009 Report Share Posted December 6, 2009 Ropes - Indian Red LopezSometimes the wrong thingFeels like the right thingIts a chance that you're willing to takeSometimes the best thingfeels like the worst thingcause it blew up in your faceSometimes your helplessnobody throws youthe rope you needSometimes your helplessnobody throws youthe rope you needsometimes the best thingends up the worst thingsometimes the next thingcould be the best thingthere's a chance that its coming your waytheres a chance now coming your waySometimes your helplessnobody throws youthe rope you needSometimes your helplessnobody throws youthe rope you needThen out of nowherethe voice of the fatherreminds youThen out of nowhere they throw you a lifeline, a lifelineSometimes your helplessnobody throws youthe rope you needSometimes your helplessnobody throws youthe rope you need Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Oedo 808 Posted December 7, 2009 Author Report Share Posted December 7, 2009 Yeeeeah. Dreaming as in wishing, rather than being asleep. I realise it sounds a bit cryptic, but it makes sense to me...Yeah, sorry, that makes sense - I was taking the song literally because I was associating the proceeding sleeping line with the dreaming line. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Oedo 808 Posted December 7, 2009 Author Report Share Posted December 7, 2009 Henri Got Cancer by Kartta. For the record, this song has nothing to do with the debilitating disease.What is it about? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest idol_wild Posted December 7, 2009 Report Share Posted December 7, 2009 What is it about?It refers to Henry Miller's novel Tropic of Cancer.I didn't write the lyrics. Rob's are always more abstract than mine. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
KimyReizeger Posted December 8, 2009 Report Share Posted December 8, 2009 I just wrote this and am quite happy with it for once! I included the chords in case anyone fancies messing around with it. Four chords repeated. Classic.True ColoursChorus:[E]You can [G]be what you [C]want to be[A]You can be what you want to beA Buddhist in a cave or a city girl in LAYou can be what you want to be [E]Ive no grip on you [G]anymoreWe [C]used to be so [A]closeIve no grip on you anymoreWe used to be so closeYou come running into my dreamsIm trying to forgetYou come running into my dreamsI cannot let you inI dont wana be a sticklerA pedant or a puristI dont wana be a sticklerA pedant or a puristI dont want to lose youBut cannot let it showI dont want to lose youIm too afraid to show...[Am]My true colours (repeated) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bigsby Posted December 8, 2009 Report Share Posted December 8, 2009 I just wrote this and am quite happy with it for once! I included the chords in case anyone fancies messing around with it. Four chords repeated. Classic.True ColoursChorus:[E]You can [G]be what you [C]want to be[A]You can be what you want to beA Buddhist in a cave or a city girl in LAYou can be what you want to be [E]Ive no grip on you [G]anymoreWe [C]used to be so [A]closeIve no grip on you anymoreWe used to be so closeYou come running into my dreamsIm trying to forgetYou come running into my dreamsI cannot let you inI dont wana be a sticklerA pedant or a puristI dont wana be a sticklerA pedant or a puristI dont want to lose youBut cannot let it showI dont want to lose youIm too afraid to show...[Am]My true colours (repeated)Pretty good, but you're no Cyndi Lauper. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
KimyReizeger Posted December 8, 2009 Report Share Posted December 8, 2009 Pretty good, but you're no Cyndi Lauper.Oh, she has a song of the same same name I see. If I can think of a different phrase expressing the same sentiment I'll probably change it. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
KimyReizeger Posted December 8, 2009 Report Share Posted December 8, 2009 And if you're interested in hearing what they sound like over chordies then go here:Gilwern on MySpace Music - Free Streaming MP3s, Pictures & Music Downloads Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
paranoid Posted December 11, 2009 Report Share Posted December 11, 2009 What the fuck is a "Dominahoe", and why the fuck would girls fall like them? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
waltz Posted December 12, 2009 Report Share Posted December 12, 2009 PVH had awesome lyrics:"MY FACE ISN'T SALLY'S!"I fucking love PVH. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Alan Cynic Posted December 13, 2009 Report Share Posted December 13, 2009 What the fuck is a "Dominahoe", and why the fuck would girls fall like them?It would be a 'ho' who is also a dominatrix. All the whipping etc which they do makes them a tad unsteady on the old pins, apparently Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kaizen Posted December 13, 2009 Report Share Posted December 13, 2009 Surprised this thread is so popular actually. I've never really had the balls to post my lyrics anywhere... Seems pretty stupid, i know, but meh!Heres a wee start I've made to a song. Been struggling to write to this peice of music for days, so go easy.Dont let the sky outside, fool you,Its still a fucking cold day,The sunshine is just another mask,Blinding and, diverting from the scars.so predictable,so irrational,so irrational.And I dont want to hear you cry,I dont want to see you die, in my eyes.In my mind i know. I'm letting go.of my grip, on realityfeeling strangely free for a prisonerOh and ignore the punctuation. It sometimes seems like its in odd places, but it's more just to help me remember rhythms. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
HeinzHines Posted December 21, 2009 Report Share Posted December 21, 2009 PVH had awesome lyricsHAVE awesome lyrics, still alive for one more show at least Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
fatboy Posted December 26, 2009 Report Share Posted December 26, 2009 our bassist wrote this, we're thinking about making it into a rap song, what you think?THE STORY OF HOW RANDY ENDED UP A JAILBIRDSix foot three, hun/Im tons of fun/Got caught on the run/With a gun.BPD [brisbane Police Department] split asunder/My plot like thunder/Behind bars and as stupid as Dumb & DumberWhat a thought when Down Under!Now I find myself in jail/Locked up in the Summer of 2004For even a minimal term is failing/To stop this ship of murder from sailing.Damn, I was SO close/Chased the bastard from coast to coast.Finally pinned him down on Brisbanes beach of nudityDamn, this lust to bust a cap with ***** *******s name on it/Is not new to me.Almost like my desire to see the split of the Stereophonics.So shit/Not done it good/Since Performance and Cocktails/Anyway, SO close to bleeding that baby beached whale/Leached dry, he couldve been/The victim of The Bloodsucker,Out in stores now,The story of how I murdered that motherfucker.A tale to regale to my nephew and nieces/The Whale Tailed Around Australia AND Blown To Pieces!Thankfully, the Cerebral Crew got me out on bail/Inferno in Torry/Would make me jolly/Oh, how I wish I could see the folly,Of this Double Fantasy.His death, his loneliness.Racked with stress, I keep it inside,And tell myself,Relieving a strain thats enough to depress,That its all in the mind, itll never happen.Only when Im rapping,Does it occur to me/That a rock of lit dynamite through the window/Smashed up in the Winter of 2009Not even a lady of the night sucking his dick would be such a bimbo/Though mighty fine Unless he got her, I interjected, a limo Would be admission to the penitentiary indefinitely!Back to the Lennon Double Fantasy at hand,A sour taste in the mouth of the so-called woman with the big buns/Who could break the curse of the perpetual bachelorNo, not me; the one that seeks sex from a tight bitchbastard bastardbitch in latex,Fucking chick with a dick spanking Simons buns with a spatula!I imagine, telling the tranny he wouldve been a dud/Between the sheets, anywayShe/he/he/she sobbing uncontrollablyIt wouldnt shut up, no matter what I would say/Can I fuck you?No way!I seek more depth/Than a slut being throated/Dreams of cooked beached whale getting the better of me/Getting me metaphorically/Bloated.Me, Im like Dracula, dreaming of drawing his blood,A mail order Yoko Ono bride bribed to pop his cherry,Not knowing about me in the cupboard/Jacking off, aiming my cum...BULLSEYE!On the dartboard/In the corner/Next to the pile of spunky pants/Man, its getting warmer.Nah, only kidding. That stuff isnt exactly the kink in my kinkyFire in my hand, lets make this sucker danceAnd have beached whale winkyRemember, that fat bastard Chapman took Lennon out with guns in either hand/No, subtract one because thats the single pistol/The chrome to the dome before he loses his virginity/Thats his Single Fantasy, no doubt/But hell bite the ammunitionMark Chapman Mark II seeking S****s eternal burnout.And Ill send him in transitionHis eulogy: he wished to beat the bullet and become a man/Cargo, on this ship of murder, his burnt out body sent to Pakistan!The tranny that split The Beatles with the prat P****** and his limp dick/Musically and sexually speaking, this prick is no Bryan Ferry/Once I burn him on the stake/Ill plead insanity and say it was a mistake; itll be Christmas many a Merry!Pull his eyeballs out his bloody head with a garden rake/And make sure the buggers dead.Having last thoughts is in a surgically transgendered characters nature/For fate tells her,Him, sorry, that hed be better off in Australia than give simple Simon/His maturity dimple/The bastard is dead, though not because of a shot to the temple.Thats one/Him dying alone without knowing what is loveThats two/Me laughing in the company of those who set free the white dove/The symbol of purity, virginity and my bloody glove.Death of a small time disc jock/Who never quite found where to put his cock.Randy WatsonSexual Chocolate Copyright25th December 2009 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
craig9590 Posted December 27, 2009 Report Share Posted December 27, 2009 here's one of ours, not been recorded yet though:Fatal Psychosistrapped insidethe mind of a psychopathi delved too deeptrapped in his train of thoughtmy quest was to understandinstead i have now becomethat which i swore to killthat which i swore to killwhores and scum walk the earthunworthy of existencemust take their liveskill the filth at its sourcenone shall escapetrapped insidethe mind of a psychopathi delved too deeptrapped in his train of thoughtmy quest was to understand,i became what i swore to killhundreds fall to my blades of cleansingstreets filled with the bloodof the filthy and obsceneno redemption in their deathsonly an eternity of torment awaitswith every death i bring releasesoon i finally wake from that awful dreamonly to have death come for meas my blind rage caught up with methis was the costof my fatal psychosis Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
craig9590 Posted December 27, 2009 Report Share Posted December 27, 2009 cheers! you still need to hear it though! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Teabags Posted April 27, 2010 Report Share Posted April 27, 2010 Have just been introduced to this little ditty.YouTube - Nicole 12 - BallerinaLyrics:Did you enjoy pink ballerina dress?Did you notice your father had such fetish?He financed you to best schools.He was strict at home, keeping your body in thin sexy form.He was the one who wanted to put the shoes on your tender feet. Wrapthem tightlyAccidentally touching your thin legs.He forced you to struggle in border of anorexia.Did you look in the mirror, seeing the ugly fat girls reflection? Didyou refuse to eat so you would look better? Was it like that?Not for your father.Your father looked you in every possible practice and show, yet he sawnothing but the thinnest and smallest little darling, he wished tohold close and penetrate.Something so beautiful he had created,but so willing to taint and force under his powerYou and your friends, stretching in those tights.Into positions what made your orifices so available,but hidden under surface of thin clothing.He'd like nothing more but expose his cock, thicker than your arm,and penetrate every orifice of his beloved child.Sometimes you could see stains in your ballerina shoes. You couldn'tyet understand what it was.It was sometimes semen, from your father private fetish games. Andsometimes cunt slime, when your father forced your mother tomasturbate with those little shoes.Watching her tightly closed eyes and facial expressions which madeher look so guilty. So guilty, but even more weak. Adjusting her lifeunder power of man of the house.Your father wanted you nakedHe wanted you to dance for him.With slow movements, with calm music on the background.While watching your movements, he would see the romantic visions, ofyou gagging on semen, holding little tummy with both hands, messytear blurred wet eyes watching pieces of torn tights.Traces of shit and blood, red and bruised orifices.You're so hungry, but fathers control doesn't allow bigger meal.You're so scared, and can nothing else but play along.This is the life you have.Living doll.Fathers own toy.Jesus fucking christ. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Christy Posted April 27, 2010 Report Share Posted April 27, 2010 I read the whole first page and most of the lyrics were imo poor. Debutant's were nae bad.The fact is, most lyrics don't stand up well without accompaniment. They are not poetry - well, the ones on p1 certainly aren't anyway. My favourite lyric ever is in Nick Cave's Brompton Oratory, where he sings:No God, up in the skyNo Devil, beneath the seaCould do the job that you did, babyOf bringing me to my kneesMy favourite lyric ever, yet, out of context, it does not seem outstanding in any way. I guess my point is that sincerity in lyric writing comes, at least in part, from the performance and accompaniment. Your words have to be fucking magnificent to stand up on their own, out of context.Up until 2001 and the Up album, Michael Stipe would not publish his lyrics in the sleevenotes of REM records. His reasoning was that lyrics were meant to be heard, not read. To a large extent I agree with him. He changed his mind when he felt that he truly had a worthwhile message to convey.Anyway, just my $0.02. I don't think that many of the lyrics ITT are in any way good. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Oedo 808 Posted April 27, 2010 Author Report Share Posted April 27, 2010 The fact is, most lyrics don't stand up well without accompanimentThat's often true. Or, at least, they don't hold up as well as they would with an accompaniment.out of context, it does not seem outstanding in any way. I guess my point is that sincerity in lyric writing comes, at least in part, from the performance and accompaniment.The context of the lyrics in this thread however is within the context of a lyrics thread, the basic concept of which I outlined in the OP.Post your lyrics in here, either with links to the accompanying music (preferred) or on their own.Also, if there's a lyric you have and can't think of something to follow on from it or if you're just plain stuck here might be a good place to seek some collective advice.Please try to keep the feedback as constructive as possible and in good spirit. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Christy Posted April 27, 2010 Report Share Posted April 27, 2010 I was referring to the context of song, not the actual physical context of where the lyric is read (ie. ITT). I know that this is a lyrics thread, but my point is that most lyrics do not entirely fulfil their potential outwith the context of song. Good lyrics can be transformed into great lyrics with accompaniment and a suitable delivery. Average lyrics can still form a great song.On the first page of this thread there were (imo) no lyrics that stand up as prose, but I know for a fact that there are good songs there (Debutant's and Diarmaid's are lovely songs, in particular). Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Roscoe 5 Posted April 27, 2010 Report Share Posted April 27, 2010 Knockouts and BlackoutsV1Ive thrown all my problems to the groundim sick of trying to solve them always end up drowningAll my sorrows in the bottom of a bottleReality kicks in and im rottingV2Sick of throwing all my guts up on the streetMy hands are all glass cut and im dragging my feetTo the sound of her voice that echoes in my headMy heart is pounding on to an early deathCYou can do what you wantBut fate steps in lineThe time is nowThe time is rightIm going nowhere and im not going nowhere fastLive for the present fuck my future and my pastV4Love for me is hard to take and hard to findI need an escape from my work ethic and grindDrinking myself doesnt cut it anymoreSick of always waking up alone on the floor Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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