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Best/favourite song lyrics
I don't think we've had one of these since 2008, so in view of the Beatles/Elvis/MJ/Oasis thread I thought it might be time to start another.
Starting with one of my favourites from Siouxsie and the Banshees – Siouxsie is consistently excellent with lyrics. Painted Bird On lead-poisoned wings -- you try to sing Freak beak shrieks are thrown -- at your confusing hue The peacock screaming eyes -- show no mercy no mercy Painted bird -- it's absurd Just a tainted bird -- hurting their twisted nerve The flock will make you choke -- on this sadistic joke And the whippoorwills -- they make a din In laughing unison -- you're hitchcock carrion In laughing unison -- you're hitchcock carrion Carry on Painted bird -- it's absurd Just a tainted bird -- hurting their twisted nerve I hear your sorrow -- maybe tomorrow You'll lose your sorrow When a fated weather will cleanse away That painted feather -- and all that sorrow A coquette in fur purr for the painted bird Confound that dowdy flock -- with a sharp-honed nerve Because we're painted birds by our own design By our own design And there's no more sorrow Have you heard -- about the painted bird Just a tainted bird -- hurting their twisted nerve We've lost our sorrow -- now it's tomorrow No need to hide your feather until a fated weather No more sorrow... Now we're painted birds -- mocking that twisted nerve It's absurd... Then there was this cheerful little ditty from The Cure: One Hundred Years It doesn't matter if we all die Ambition in the back of a black car In a high building there is so much to do Going home time A story on the radio Something small falls out of your mouth And we laugh A prayer for something better A prayer For something better Please love me Meet my mother But the fear takes hold Creeping up the stairs in the dark Waiting for the death blow Waiting for the death blow Waiting for the death blow Stroking your hair as the patriots are shot Fighting for freedom on television Sharing the world with slaughtered pigs Have we got everything? She struggles to get away . . . The pain And the creeping feeling A little black haired girl Waiting for Saturday The death of her father pushing her Pushing her white face into the mirror Aching inside me And turn me round Just like the old days Just like the old days Just like the old days Just like the old days Caressing an old man And painting a lifeless face Just a piece of new meat in a clean room The soldiers close in under a yellow moon All shadows and deliverance Under a black flag A hundred years of blood Crimson The ribbon tightens round my throat I open my mouth And my head bursts open A sound like a tiger thrashing in the water Thrashing in the water Over and over We die one after the other Over and over We die one after the other One after the other One after the other One after the other One after the other It feels like a hundred years A hundred years A hundred years A hundred years A hundred years One hundred years Then this slightly disturbing effort from Wire: From the nursery So truly jolly, an Xmas dolly I talk on request, I'm never depressed I'll wink a good time till someone pokes me One big blue eye out So simply heady, a birthday teddy Punches make me bleat, this bare soul is sweet Keeping you warm at night till someone rubs me Hey, a fun-filled toy Free on a tightrope lives the animal soap Safe, used, been tested, body molester Amphibious charm, scum in several baths Has blurred my features Would you like to say What that silence was meant to intend? Would you like to see What violence these eyes can send To your heart From the nursery |
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Prince- Sign Of The Times
Oh yeah In france a skinny man Died of a big disease with a little name By chance his girlfriend came across a needle And soon she did the same At home there are seventeen-year-old boys And their idea of fun Is being in a gang called the disciples High on crack, totin a machine gun Time, time Hurricane annie ripped the ceiling of a church And killed everyone inside U turn on the telly and every other story Is tellin u somebody died Sister killed her baby cuz she could afford 2 feed it And were sending people 2 the moon In september my cousin tried reefer 4 the very first time Now he's doing horse, it's june Times, times Its silly, no? When a rocket ship explodes And everybody still wants 2 fly Some say a man aint happy Unless a man truly dies Oh why Time, time Baby make a speech, star wars fly Neighbors just shine it on But if a night falls and a bomb falls Will anybody see the dawn Time, times Its silly, no? When a rocket blows And everybody still wants 2 fly Some say a man aint happy, truly Until a man truly dies Oh why, oh why, sign o the times Time, time Sign o the times mess with your mind Hurry before it's 2 late Lets fall in love, get married, have a baby Well call him nate... if it's a boy Time, time Time, time |
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"Damn Right" from my most favorite singer James Otto
![]() You can always find me here Raisin’ hell and drinkin’ beer With all my good-time buddies Cuttin’ up and havin’ fun Yeah the jokes can be on me And I don’t mind usually I’m an easy-goin’, back-slappin’ son of a gun But she just left me And that’s just left me undone So you don’t want to push your luck boys, not tonight Just don’t bring up her name one more time If you think I’m in the mood to pick a fight You’re damn right She’s gone and I admit I was wrong but I can’t quit Thinkin’ about how good our love used to be And the whiskey numbs the pain But in the morning when I wake I’ll be hungover hangin’ on to a memory And I’ll order one more round Lose the Coke and keep the Crown And just drown my misery And I’ll blind myself with liquor and neon lights Alone and stoned out of my mind If you think I’m flyin’ high as a kite You’re damn right Now I’m just tryin’ to make it through But gettin’ over you is a long, long road And I’m a strong man, but it’s killin’ me lettin’ go And I’d love to say it ain’t, but I can’t lie Yeah pretend that I got somethin’ in my eyes If you think I’m gonna break down and cry You’re damn right You’re damn right God bless you and James always!!! ![]() Holly |
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I know someday you'll have a beautiful life,
I know you'll be a star in somebody else's sky, But why, why, why can't it be, can't it be mine? |
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"yes i am gonna say im a thug, that's cos i came from the gutter and im still here"
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I hurt myself today
To see if I still feel I focus on the pain The only thing that's real The needle tears a hole The old familiar sting Try to kill it all away But I remember everything [Chorus:] What have I become My sweetest friend Everyone I know goes away In the end And you could have it all My empire of dirt I will let you down I will make you hurt I wear this crown of thorns Upon my liar's chair Full of broken thoughts I cannot repair Beneath the stains of time The feelings disappear You are someone else I am still right here [Chorus:] What have I become My sweetest friend Everyone I know goes away In the end And you could have it all My empire of dirt I will let you down I will make you hurt If I could start again A million miles away I would keep myself I would find a way |
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