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Old 01-16-2004, 03:01 PM   #1 (permalink)
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Ill lyrics

Yo, everyone post some lyrics that they love

Cage
Ballad of Worms

[Woman singing x4]
I'm feeling down, touch me

What kind of God is this?
Gave me the hottest bitch
Then took the life from her chest and left a pile of shit
Sloppy with a fork, so Chris gotta feed her
To numb to cum, sometimes she piss while I eat her
I tell her, keep her head up
Even though I gotta hold it up for her
and she seizure when she try and get up
I know I'm perking her
But can't stop what's hurting her
No sleep with her screaming all night, I'm thinking of murking her
Her parents paid for the coffin and left state
After signing the contract, do not resuscitate
Yellin' for mommy
I dip in the morphine to calm me
I'm known in town as the creep that's into zombies

[Chorus: woman singing x2]
I can't get that sound you make out of my head
I can't even figure out what's making it

Stare in her eyes to look past horror
Morphine tolerated, I'm out coppin' horse tranq for her
Like I won't have to go through hell again
Her skin is like saran wrap, barely hangin' from her skeleton
With each one of her ribs defined
My crib's designed

To keep the light out cause she can't lift the blinds
Drifting behind, I'll be outta friends soon
Nobody visits the guy that keeps the body in his bedroom
She's barely alive and taking life from me
With no appetite but the meningitis is still hungry
Wants to make love
But I had to substitute it with holding hands while we take drugs

[Chorus]

She's cold as a corpse
And still holding The Source
Up in the air like: 'One day the cover is yours'
Took the IV out her wrist
Tried to give me a kiss
Before I tasted her lips, she dislocated her hips
Started shaking
Couldn't feed her no medication
To scared to beat on her chest in fear It'd cave in
Death waved again and each time leaves her
In a coma, for a week, to wake up to more seizures
But this time ain't like the rest
I can see right through her chest
And see her heart ain't got no fuckin beats left
Then a voluptuous ghost falls from a host
Looking like she did in High School then fades when I get close

[Chorus]

[Woman singing x4]
I'm feeling down, touch me
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hidden will not become manifest, and nothing covered will remain
without being uncovered."

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Old 01-16-2004, 06:34 PM   #2 (permalink)
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Location: Norway
I feel disturbed from reading those lyrics

Okay, here's on of my favourites:

(I'll have to post two lyrics, the songs flow into each other both musically and lyrically)

Pain of Salvation - Falling

Once
I had a mountain of my own
With moss and walls and magic
And a mighty view
A forest of my own
Listening to me
Showing me its secret paths and trails
Green with depths and sleeping sunrises
Thorns that never cut
My feet and face
A pine of my own
Offering a seat in the sunset
Painting windy pictures
Arabesques
Of fortune and forever
Too large to fit
Even in a child's pocket
Now
Arabesques of forgetfulness
Are left to burn holes
In my white tapestry and fangible wallpaper
Once
I had a world of my own
It is still there
Only
I am gone

Pain of Salvation - The Perfect Element

Yesterday found him today
Caught him at his last breath
These walls built to stand come-what-may
Lie shattered in the ashes
His skin against this dirty floor
Eyes fixed on the ceiling
He has stretched those chains of sin
Far beyond all feelings
Still, so still...

In his head a thunderous
Cry of desperation
Tearing voices from his past
Scream for his attention
Behind those eyes a world explodes
No one there to save him
All pain that he's been passing on
Answers to his craving
Once more

I will never leave this shame...

Falling beyond the point of no return
Nothing to become and nothing left to burn

Stealing meaning from this child
We took away his reason
His soul put under lock and key
His heart blackened from treason
But if you take from those you fear
Everything they value
You have bred the perfect beast
Drained enough to kill you

Falling beyond the point of no return
Nothing to become and nothing left to burn

Watching unseen untouched bleeding
Empty exposed dying eyes closed

Once he had forests and mountains
That were only his - listening to him
Once he would run through the summer days
Catching memories for ages to come
Now he is dressing this naked floor
With his flesh and blood, and times passes by
His trade of pain might just have lead him
To deal with consequence
For some change as time passes by

I am the waking child
(Lingering, climbing, clinging, clutching
Craving, clawing, hurting, falling down)
I, the wayward son of a mountain lake
(Of icy liquor tears, of a silent Earth)
(Of a rusty lid, of a wingless wind)
(Of an eyeless storm, of fallen gods,
who lost their way)
I set myself on fire
To breed the Perfect Element

Will I ever walk again?

Falling far beyond the point of no return
Nothing to become and nothing left to burn

(This is the end)

Nothing left to say,
The pain will go away
Now you must surely see,
That you are killing me
You are killing me
Now you are killing me
(You must never leave this shame!)
Now you are killing me
(You must never leave this shame!)
Now you are killing me
(You must never leave this shame!)

Is this more than you want?

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Old 01-16-2004, 06:46 PM   #3 (permalink)
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The Streets - The Irony of it All

Hello! Hello!
my name's Terry and I'm a law-abider
there's nothing I like more that getting fired up on beer
and when the weekend's here
I exercise my right to get paralettic and fight
good bloke fairly
but I get well leary when geezers look at me funny
bouncin' round like bunnies
I'm likely to cause mischief
good clean grief you must believe in
I ain't no thief, law-abiding and all, all legal
and who cares about my liver when it feels good
what you need is some real manhood
rasha! rasha!
burnin' cash up
puttin' peoples backs up
public disorder, I'll give you public disorder
and down eight pints and run all over the place
spitting in the face of an officer
see if that bothers ya
'cos I've never broke a law in my life
c'mon lads, let's have another fight

erm hello, my name's Tim and I'm a criminal
in the eyes of society I need to be in jail
for the choice of herbs I enhale
this ain't no wholesale operation
just a few eights and some playstations my vocation
and down at the station, the police hold no patience
let's talk space and time
I like to get deep sometimes
and think about Einstien and Carl Jung
and old kung fu movies I like to see
pass the hydrator please
---- Yeah, I'm floating on thin air
going to Amsterdam in the new year
top gear there
'cos I take pride in my hobby
home-made bongs using my engineering degree
Dear Leaders, please legalise weed for these reasons

like I was saying to him
I told him to fuck with me and you won't live
so I smacked him in the head and downed another Carling
Baddah baddah bing (for the lads like)
mad fight, his face a sad sight
Vodka and Snake Bite
goin' on like a right geez
he's a twat
shouldn't of looked at me like that
anyway, I'm an upstanding citizen
if the war came along, I'd be on the front line with 'em
can't stand crime either
them hooligans on heroin
drugs and criminals
those thugs are the pinnacle of the downfall of society
I got all the anger bent up inside of me

no I don't see why I should be the criminal
how could something with no recorded fatalities be illegal?
and how many deaths are there per year from alchohol?
I just completed Gran Turismo on the harder setting
we pose no threat on my city
oh, the pizza's here
will someone let him in please
we didn't order chicken
not a problem, we'll pick it out
I doubt they're meant to mess us about
after all, we're all adults, not louts
as I was saying, we're friendly peaceful people
we're not the ones out there causing trouble
we just sit in this hazy bubble with our quaters
discussing how beautiful Gail Porter is
MTV, BBC2, Channel 4 is on till six in the morning
then six in the morning, the sun dawns and it's my bedtime

causing trouble?!!
your stinking rabble saying I'm the lad who's spoiling it!
you're on drugs!
really bugs me when people try and tell me I'm a thug
just for getting drunk
I like getting drunk
because I'm an upstanding citizen
if the war came along, I'd be on the front line with 'em

now, Terry, you're repeating yourself
but that's okay, drunk people can't help that
a chemical reaction happening inside your brain
causes you to forget what you're saying

WHAT??!!!!!
I know exactly what I'm saying!
I'm perfectly sane!
you stinkin' student lame-o, go get a job!
and stop robbing us of our taxes

erm, well actually
according to research,
government funding for further education
pails in insignificance when compared to how much they spend
repairin' leary drunk people in the weekend
in casualty wards all over the land

why you cheeky little swine!
come here!
I'm gonna batter ya!
come here!
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Old 01-16-2004, 11:02 PM   #4 (permalink)
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Location: The Red Mile
Sheets of empty canvas
Untouched sheets of clay
Were laid spread out before me as her body once did

All five horizons revolved around her soul
As the earth to the sun
Now the air I tasted and breathed has taken a turn.
And all I taught her was everything
I know she gave me all that she wore

And now my bitter hands shade beneath the clouds
of what was everything
All the pictures have all been washed in black
Tattooed everything

I take a walk outside. I'm surrounded by some kids at play
I can feel their laughter. Oh, so why do I sear?
And twisted thoughts that spin around my head
I'm spinning. Oh, I'm spinning
How quick the sun can drop away

And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass
of what was everything
All the pictures have all been washed in black
Tattooed everything
All the love gone bad turned my world to black
Tattooed all I see. All that I am. All I'll ever be...


Pearl Jam - Black
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Old 01-17-2004, 11:47 AM   #5 (permalink)
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SONG TITLE: Crack Pipes
ALBUM: Sage Francis - Personal Journals
WRITTEN BY: Sage Francis
PRODUCED BY: Sixtoo

I'd give a 21 gun shot salute...
With the toy rifle that you bought me, but it won't shoot.

And all is well, because there's been one too many shots.
The sterile robots want to talk to me about detox.

Stop the presses. There's been an update via 1:30 AM phone call.
When an only half-informative source talks discretely...

Meet me...at the family room on the side of the intensive care unit.
Immediately...I'll carry a tune, but the siren's so loud I can't hear my music.
Keep free...of negative thoughts. Everything'll be fine we all assumed.
That is would go back to the way things were. That it would go back to normal soon.

I saw the moon in a way that I'd never seen it before when I looked up that night,
Into the sky...wondering why...looking for answers. Guess I ain't asked right.
I'm guessing most of y'all out there know exactly what that's like.
What that's like. Tell me...what's that like?

It's like a whirlwind of emotions that occurs when moms and dads fight.
It's like when a girl grins and a motion of hers that holds your arm and grabs tight.
Hurl him into the ocean. One of those cold sweat, heat flash types.
But extreme fluctuations and temperature changes have been known to crack pipes...
Crack pipes...
crack pipes.

Meet me...halfway and I'll go that extra length just to help your strength.
Meet me at the AA meeting, needing to take more than 12 steps.
Bring me to your hiding place so I can face your vice grip.
I'll chisel every single monkey off your back with this ice pick.
Come meet up with me on the sidelines when the game is over just to say hello.
Then afterwards...backstage...to let me know that you enjoyed the show.
Then go to Grandma's house for Sunday dinner. Sit at the head of the table.
Take away the fatal flaw you made the day before I seen you bleed.

Meet me...on Christmas Eve. We can fight but make up before you leave.
Make visits with the rest of those who rest in pieces of my dreams.

Meet me at the fork in the road where the lost souls get indecisive.
Meet me at the crossroads so I can have someone to walk into the light with.
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for all things are plain in the sight of Heaven. For nothing
hidden will not become manifest, and nothing covered will remain
without being uncovered."

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Old 01-18-2004, 12:24 AM   #6 (permalink)
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continuing with the sage francis vein

"broken wings" (got this off of ohhla)

(Chorus)
Shes a fairy with broken wings
I used to watch her perform
And if she hears me I hope she sings songs
That had me going right back
Couldnt find anyone in town to talk
Bout how no one like that
Should be confined to the ground we walk

She glides but just seems like she floats
And these folks decide to crush her wings until there permanently broke
She rides gusts of wind just by the way she spoke
She crys but loves to sing songs of freedom and hope
On the eastside hustling discussing things that we quote
In shallow conversation as if we have deep throats
We chokin on confusion
Now show up as a heat stroke of we need coats
Trading in our cheap jokes for her c notes
I see notes being passed
I ask to see what these creeps wrote
Define silly kids and flying privelages revoke
Ski slopes have been blocked off they cant transit
Had weights tied to her ankles she most definitely cant skip
Down, shes held down by the transripts my hands grip
Tried to tie her wings back on before the ones again clip
Panic stricken, shell remain stuck
On a titantic sinken, shes tryin to stay up
Change her plan thinken its ok
See this is strange but
Abraham Lincoln freed the slaves in a way that kept them chained up
I'd like to see
Her take flight into the stars
Instead of letting her fly free they keep her in jars
Instead of letting fly free they keep em in jars
I put my hand to the glass so hard
It might break the prison bars
It isnt hard to see why they keep her captive
Shes naturally attractive
Speaks with adlibs, shes uncommonly talented
Aint enough adjectives to do her dispotion justice
Kids are wishin for just a kiss and its a mission to touch her lipstick
Cant trust her with
Freedom of movement thats a chance to loose her quick
If she ups and splits
We might as well call that discussion quits
If we's to keep her down the government's underlinks
Enslave people in this town especially if there cultures rich
Exploiting talents making it do a bunch of tricks
With the rest of the wingless imports
Repeatedly told you aint a ferry just a bitch
Just a bitch, with a butt thats thick
So rub your tits, and thrust your hips
And suck my dick, and run your shit, and run your shit, and run your shit

(Chorus)
Shes a fairy with broken wings
I used to go watch her perform
And if she hears me I hope she sings songs
That had me going right back
Couldnt find anyone in town to talk
Bout how no one like that
Should be confined to the ground

(Verse Two)
When I was down in New York she'd send me letters
And I read her passages about how I left it to the savages
No matter how sad it is I didnt cry
Cause it was only a matter of time
Before they figured me out and tried to strip my pride
I knew the scoop
Wish you could of seen the blueprints in my eye
When I flew the coop
Utilizing overground railroads in the sky
It was live or die let me let you in on the secret of mine
Me and you are different girl
We dont even need wings to fly

We dont need wings to fly
Me and you... we dont need wings to fly
Keep on singing give it a try, give it a try
Just keep on singing giveit a try, give it a try (5x)
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Old 01-21-2004, 01:57 PM   #7 (permalink)
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The Locust "The Perils of Believing in Round Squares"

reason and logic have been thrown out the window. a jesus fish won't save you (from a car crash). fanatic fits (will only) lead to a mental diaper rash. no matter how you look at it, worm food is worm food. reason and logic have been thrown out the window, the scoundrels just don't know it yet.
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Old 01-21-2004, 04:09 PM   #8 (permalink)
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Location: Florida
Atmosphere - God's Bathroom Floor
(Slug):
Head, pressure, senses, clutched
Date, Divinity, wouldn't, fuck
Touched, hazy, God, change
Rush, floor, life, veins

Chorus:
From a head full of pressure rests the senses that I clutch
Made a date with Divinity, but she wouldn't let me fuck
I got touched by a hazy shaded, God help me change
Caught a rush on the floor from the life in my veins

(Slug):
It goes one for the cannabis, and two for your dianoetics
Three for your reasoning, and four for those that try to get it
Five for your love, and six for the stress
And seven for the day that I climbed into this mess

CHORUS

(Slug):
I'm catching ulcers from the child proof lighters
And all these fine tooth biters that keep the wires in my head tighter
I tired out by the distances achieved walking in my sleep
Thorns got ????????? got it tagged too deep
Ask dad to keep cool, I'll call him back as soon as I resume normal
And get out of this bathroom
And call management to seek some reimbursement
For the nerve ending that burnt from the first hits

CHORUS

(Slug):
So fuck needles, fuck smoke
Fuck lines that make the sinus choke
Fuck chasers, trails, fuck waves and rails
Fuck hang-overs, fuck hallucinations
Regurgitations, mandatory sentences and UA tracing
Blind my insight and dull the common sense
Give me inner vision, kill the superstition and the confidence
Built the tolerance, now it's more that I consume it
When it boards up my room, the world's whores will croon in unison
Unify the eulogy, autopsy pages read euthanasia, I.E., irony
But here I be within a pool of my drool
Sedated, windows dilated, comatose, life overdose
Tell Jacob Miles to keep it wild style
I promise I'll smile
And check the floor, God's got nice tile
Tell Jacob Mile to keep that shit wild style
And I'll smile
And check the floor, God's got nice tile

CHORUS

(Slug):
Head, pressure, senses, clutched
Date, Divinity, wouldn't, fuck
Touched, hazy, God, change
Rush, floor, life, veins
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From a head full of pressure rests the senses that I clutch
Made a date with Divinity, but she wouldn't let me fuck
I got touched by a hazy shaded, God help me change
Caught a rush on the floor from the life in my veins
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Old 01-22-2004, 07:56 AM   #9 (permalink)
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Location: Philadelphia
Johnny Cash
Writer: Will Oldham
Title: I See a Darkness
Album: American 3: Solitary Man

[SPONSOR]

[FIRST VERSE:]
Well, you're my friend
And can you see
Many times we've been out drinking
Many times we've shared our thoughts
Did you ever, ever notice, the kind of thoughts I got
Well you know I have a love, for everyone I know
And you know I have a drive, for life I won't let go
But sometimes this opposition, comes rising up in me
This terrible imposition, comes blacking through my mind

[CHORUS:]
And then I see a darkness
Oh no, I see a darkness
Do you know how much I love you
Cause I'm hoping some day soon
You'll save me from this darkness

[SECOND VERSE:]
Well I hope that someday soon
We'll find peace in our lives
Together or apart
Alone or with our wives
And we can stop our whoring
And draw the smiles inside
And light it up forever
And never go to sleep
My best unbeaten brother
That isn't all I see

[CHORUS:]
And then I see a darkness
Oh no, I see a darkness
Do you know how much I love you
Cause I'm hoping some day soon
You'll save me from this darkness
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of your dreams..."

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Old 01-22-2004, 11:36 AM   #10 (permalink)
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Artist: Warcloud
Album: Smuggling Booze in the Graveyard
Song: The Last Hovering Castle
Typed by: KnowledgeGod@btinternet.com, ThaMasta@Wu-Lyricz.Com

[Intro 1: movie sample]
Now, I will need to ask you many questions
But first let me ask you, is anyone suspected?
How much have your superiors explained to you Constable?
Only tha-that the three were slained in open ground
Their heads found severed from their bodies
Umm-hmm, their heads were not found severed
Their heads were not found at all

[Intro 2: Warcloud]
Warcloud
Phat shout out to Cilvaringz
I'ma come and see you out there in Amsterdam

[Warlcoud]
I harvest bitter raps, this bitter harvest that's expert
Utopia brain network, bloody your sweatshirt
Altars split a wreak, heavy hitter the teeth gritter
Rip into an eight-headed red werewolf tomorrow
Throw you in transgression and sorrow, I ship the cargo
of blue tigers with black stripes, the Key Largo
Bone war with steel, something moved in the graveyard
A biker in the closet, old furniture in the house
Curse of the mud men caught in a mud dream
She got through the inferno, spit kerosene and laugh
Warcloud on a warpath is bloodbath
Step up to the plate, mic swing is beat story
Sleep Georgy porgy; bite a piece that's tasty
Runs over both linebackers and a free safety
Bedtime stories, museums, throw my fire axe
Clip you with a tyre iron, cataclysmic desire raps
I sent they canary, 135 Maple Drive
And I blast that hospital ship out of the sky
Sag my heavy trousers sling shot and bust 'em
Children everywhere, mad holidays and customs
Tooth fairy sleeper hold, dark Beanie stay gun wired
Wolf bite, falling tree, old tequila sunrise
Red taxi, couple of laps around the park, my thunder slap
Bring your can opener rap, casket of maggots
I polish old airlooms on dark Shakespeare clip
Then pile up bodies on rafts, sent them adrift
Burning, Warcloud issues through higher learning
Lunatic preacher swamp cyborg American Patriot

*sounds of fighting*

[kung fu sample]
Tell them about the safe!

[Warcloud]
The creepy coin collector, old typewriter would fathom
The little boy encountered the convict in a swamp
Eight professors tied to polish that's made in Italy
Old blue shoes from a gypsy out on a back road
Fireflies lit up the darkness, cold and heartless
Shredder mouth, motor brain, lounge in old taverns
Far, far away there's a planet, inside the planet
there is a great mountain; in the mountain there is a lake
And in this great lake there's an island that no one knew
and there in the giant island was an old castle and ruins
Deep in the castle, in the courtyard is a well
Shaped like a capital L, I shouldn't tell
Ghosty echoes of the screams of a child who once fell
To break a neck and suffer at the gongs of the church bell
Deep in the bottom of the well, water that rots
is a little black pyramid carved down in the slot
And inside that little black pyramid on that planet
I laugh in the dark for that pyramid holds my heart

[Warcloud]
I took a giant's head and buried it under his stone steps
Put my axe away to paint the stones that's red
It took thirty horses to drag his body for real
Where I left his carcass, there became a hill
In Warcloud country, those hills are everywhere
Supreme sword from the ocean, give great armour a heavy tear
Clash of the Goliath, came verbal knifes
Didn't matter, while the old just evil pharaoh's
in a battle with his own shadows
Satellite mic, galactic battalion, keep you irrelevant
Mythical swamp filling horrific creatures and their living skeletons
Keeper stuck, White Al back, cuckoo clocks and whores
made for my broken manikin storage, bionic chords
Blastin' speed ball behind nine doors
I'll bury you under your mother's floorboards
Beg God for more awards
Still explode a courts law at his mother's store
Vaseline darts, thirty vandet beggers in the best place
Crystallite armour chess plates
And iron sunflowers; do shiny on the back of the hill
laughin', attack his spill
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hidden will not become manifest, and nothing covered will remain
without being uncovered."

The Gospel of Thomas
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