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Yeah, I just got the idea from the other thread. It's obvious that lyrics effect one person more than another, depending on their situation but I was thinking we might as well post some of the best lyrics we've ever heard. I will post some after I finally find something that I immediatly think should be posted.

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Oh-ooh

 

Wherever U go, whatever U do

Oh please, remember that I’ll always be there 4 U

U don’t have 2 call, U don’t have 2 say

Just think about me and I’ll be on my way

I don’t have 2 worry, I’m sure U’ll be fine

Cuz if U stay happy, then what’s your’s is mine

Wherever U go, whatever U do

Remember that I’ll always be there 4 U

(Oh Baby)

 

Wherever U R, think of your dreams

Oh please, remember life ain’t always what it seems

4 each rainy day (rainy day)

That comes your way

The sun will come shining and U’ll be okay

Keep on smiling - every girl and boy

Remember when U were children U had toys

Wherever U R, think of your dreams

Remember that dreams become the life U lead

 

Whatever U play, it’s okay 2 lose

Ooh sometimes (sometimes...)

As long as U learn from every game U choose

If one thing is sure, U’ll always endure

If U try your best at everything U do

Say what U mean and mean what U say

The price 4 a broken heart - it‘s 2 much 2 pay

And nothing is worth it, if U don’t have 2 try

The higher the stakes - the higher the sky

 

Wherever U go, whatever U do

Please remember

Remember that I’ll always be there 4 U

 

"Wherever U go, Whatever U Do" by Prince

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"The Wu is too slammin for these Cold Killin labels

Some ain't had hits since I seen Aunt Mabel

Be doin artists in like Cain did Abel

Now they money's gettin stuck to the gum under the table

That's what ya get when ya misuse what I invent

Your empire falls and ya lose every cent

For tryin to blow up a scrub

Now that thought was just as bright as a 20-watt light bulb

Should of pumped it when I rocked it

Niggaz so stingy they got short arms and deep pockets

This goes on in some companies

With majors they're scared to death to pump these

First of all, who's your A&R

A mountain climber who plays an electric guitar

But he don't know the meaning of dope

When he's lookin for a suit and tie rap

that's cleaner than a bar of soap

And I'm the dirtiest thing in sight

Matter of fact bring out the girls and let's have a mud fight."

 

- The Genius/GZA, Protect Ya Neck

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"Someday they'll find your small town world on a big town avenue

Gonna make you like the way they talk when they're talking to you

Gonna make you break out of the shell cause they tell you to

Gonna make you like the way they lie better than the truth

They'll tell you everything you wanted someone else to say

They're gonna break your heart, yeah

 

[Chorus]

 

From what I've seen

You're just a one more hand me down

Cause no one's tried to give you what you need

So lay all your troubles down

I am with you now

 

Somebody ought to take you in

Try to make you love again

Try to make you like the way they feel

When they're under your skin

Never once did think they'd lie when they're holding you

You wonder why they haven't called

When they said they'd call you

You start to wonder if you're ever gonna make it by

You'll start to think you were born blind

 

[Chorus]

 

From what I've seen

You're just a one more hand me down

Cause no one's tried to give you what you need

So lay all your troubles down

I am with you now

 

I'm here for the hard times

The straight to your heart times

When LIVIN' ain't easy

You can stand up against me

And maybe rely on me

And cry on me, yeah

Oh no, no, no

 

Some day they'll open up your world

Shake it down on a drawing board

Do their best to change you

They still can't erase you

 

[Chorus]

 

From what I've seen

You're just a one more hand me down

Cause no one's tried to give you what you need

So lay all your troubles down

I am with you now

 

Lay them down on me

Oh yeah

You're just one more hand me down

And all those nots don't give you what you need

So lay all your troubles down...on me"

-"Hand Me Down" -Matchbox 20

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Leonard Cohen has a wealth of great lyrics. Here's an example, in the form of "Chelsea Hotel #2":

 

I remember you

well in the Chelsea Hotel,

you were talking so brave and so sweet,

giving me head on the unmade bed,

while the limousines wait in the street.

Those were the reasons and that was New York,

we were running for the money and the flesh.

And that was called love for the workers in song

probably still is for those of them left.

Ah but you got away, didn't you babe,

you just turned your back on the crowd,

you got away, I never once heard you say,

I need you, I don't need you,

I need you, I don't need you

and all of that jiving around.

 

I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel

you were famous, your heart was a legend.

You told me again you preferred handsome men

but for me you would make an exception.

And clenching your fist for the ones like us

who are oppressed by the figures of beauty,

you fixed yourself, you said, "Well never mind,

we are ugly but we have the music."

 

And then you got away, didn't you babe...

 

I don't mean to suggest that I loved you the best,

I can't keep track of each fallen robin.

I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel,

that's all, I don't even think of you that often.

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Once upon a time you dressed so fine

You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you?

People'd call, say, "Beware doll, you're bound to fall"

You thought they were all kiddin' you

You used to laugh about

Everybody that was hangin' out

Now you don't talk so loud

Now you don't seem so proud

About having to be scrounging for your next meal.

 

How does it feel

How does it feel

To be without a home

Like a complete unknown

Like a rolling stone?

 

You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely

But you know you only used to get juiced in it

And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street

And now you find out you're gonna have to get used to it

You said you'd never compromise

With the mystery tramp, but now you realize

He's not selling any alibis

As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes

And ask him do you want to make a deal?

 

How does it feel

How does it feel

To be on your own

With no direction home

Like a complete unknown

Like a rolling stone?

 

You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns

When they all come down and did tricks for you

You never understood that it ain't no good

You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you

You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat

Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat

Ain't it hard when you discover that

He really wasn't where it's at

After he took from you everything he could steal.

 

How does it feel

How does it feel

To be on your own

With no direction home

Like a complete unknown

Like a rolling stone?

 

Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people

They're drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made

Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and things

But you'd better lift your diamond ring, you'd better pawn it babe

You used to be so amused

At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used

Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse

When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose

You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.

 

How does it feel

How does it feel

To be on your own

With no direction home

Like a complete unknown

Like a rolling stone?

 

- Bob Dylan - Like A Rolling Stone

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Tom Waits takes it to the house. Specifically, the verses of "Downtown Train." Even more specifically, that first verse.

 

Outside another yellow moon

Has punched a hole in the nighttime, yes

I climb through the window and down to the street

I'm shining like a new dime

The downtown trains are full with all of those Brooklyn girls

They try so hard to break out of their little worlds

 

Well you wave your hand and they scatter like crows

They have nothing that will ever capture your heart

They're just thorns without the rose

Be careful of them in the dark

Oh, if I was the one you chose to be your only one

Oh baby can't you hear me now, can't you hear me now

 

Will I see you tonight on a downtown train

Every night it's just the same, you leave me lonely now

 

I know your window and I know it's late

I know your stairs and your doorway

I walk down your street and past your gate

I stand by the light at the four-way

You watch them as they fall, oh baby, they all have heart attacks

They stay at the carnival, but they'll never win you back

 

Will I see you tonight on a downtown train

Where every night, every night it's just the same, oh baby

Will I see you tonight on a downtown train

All of my dreams they fall like rain, oh baby on a downtown train

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Guest Patrick

Hurricane by Bob Dylan

 

Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night

Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall.

She sees the bartender in a pool of blood,

Cries out, "My God, they killed them all!"

Here comes the story of the Hurricane,

The man the authorities came to blame

For somethin' that he never done.

Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been

The champion of the world.

 

Three bodies lyin' there does Patty see

And another man named Bello, movin' around mysteriously.

"I didn't do it," he says, and he throws up his hands

"I was only robbin' the register, I hope you understand.

I saw them leavin'," he says, and he stops

"One of us had better call up the cops."

And so Patty calls the cops

And they arrive on the scene with their red lights flashin'

In the hot New Jersey night.

 

Meanwhile, far away in another part of town

Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are drivin' around.

Number one contender for the middleweight crown

Had no idea what kinda shit was about to go down

When a cop pulled him over to the side of the road

Just like the time before and the time before that.

In Paterson that's just the way things go.

If you're black you might as well not show up on the street

'Less you wanna draw the heat.

 

Alfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the cops.

Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out prowlin' around

He said, "I saw two men runnin' out, they looked like middleweights

They jumped into a white car with out-of-state plates."

And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her head.

Cop said, "Wait a minute, boys, this one's not dead"

So they took him to the infirmary

And though this man could hardly see

They told him that he could identify the guilty men.

 

Four in the mornin' and they haul Rubin in,

Take him to the hospital and they bring him upstairs.

The wounded man looks up through his one dyin' eye

Says, "Wha'd you bring him in here for? He ain't the guy!"

 

Chorus

 

Four months later, the ghettos are in flame,

Rubin's in South America, fightin' for his name

While Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery game

And the cops are puttin' the screws to him, lookin' for somebody to blame.

"Remember that murder that happened in a bar?"

"Remember you said you saw the getaway car?"

"You think you'd like to play ball with the law?"

"Think it might-a been that fighter that you saw runnin' that night?"

"Don't forget that you are white."

 

Arthur Dexter Bradley said, "I'm really not sure."

Cops said, "A poor boy like you could use a break

We got you for the motel job and we're talkin' to your friend Bello

Now you don't wanta have to go back to jail, be a nice fellow.

You'll be doin' society a favor.

That sonofabitch is brave and gettin' braver.

We want to put his ass in stir

We want to pin this triple murder on him

He ain't no Gentleman Jim."

 

Rubin could take a man out with just one punch

But he never did like to talk about it all that much.

It's my work, he'd say, and I do it for pay

And when it's over I'd just as soon go on my way

Up to some paradise

Where the trout streams flow and the air is nice

And ride a horse along a trail.

But then they took him to the jailhouse

Where they try to turn a man into a mouse.

 

All of Rubin's cards were marked in advance

The trial was a pig-circus, he never had a chance.

The judge made Rubin's witnesses drunkards from the slums

To the white folks who watched he was a revolutionary bum

And to the black folks he was just a crazy nigger.

No one doubted that he pulled the trigger.

And though they could not produce the gun,

The D.A. said he was the one who did the deed

And the all-white jury agreed.

 

Rubin Carter was falsely tried.

The crime was murder "one," guess who testified?

Bello and Bradley and they both baldly lied

And the newspapers, they all went along for the ride.

How can the life of such a man

Be in the palm of some fool's hand?

To see him obviously framed

Couldn't help but make me feel ashamed to live in a land

Where justice is a game.

 

Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties

Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise

While Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten-foot cell

An innocent man in a living hell.

That's the story of the Hurricane,

But it won't be over till they clear his name

And give him back the time he's done.

Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been

The champion of the world.

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Sunrise doesn't last all morning

A cloudburst doesn't last all day

Seems your love has gone and left you with no warning

It's not always gonna be this grey

 

All things must pass

All things must pass away

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Sunrise doesn't last all morning

A cloudburst doesn't last all day

Seems your love has gone and left you with no warning

It's not always gonna be this grey

 

All things must pass

All things must pass away

Damn, I do like those. Anyway, I got more.

 

"Would you know my name

if I saw you in heaven?

Would it be the same

if I saw you in heaven?

I must be strong and carry on

'Cause I know I don't belong here in heaven...

 

Would you hold my hand

if I saw you in heaven?

Would you help me stand

if I saw you in heaven?

I'll find my way through night and day

'Cause I know I just can't stay here in heaven...

 

Time can bring you down, time can bend your knees

Time can break your heart, have you begging please...begging please

 

Beyond the door there's peace I'm sure

And I know there'll be no more tears in heaven...

 

Would you know my name

if I saw you in heaven?

Would it be the same

if I saw you in heaven?

I must be strong and carry on

'Cause I know I don't belong here in heaven..."

~Tears in Heaven, Eric Clapton.

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I sit reflecting

I feel the end has begun

It seems my days now mirror the setting sun

So many places that I have been

This ride that was long seems so short in terms of now and then

 

For All that has been

And All that is

All that's to be

Lord, I'm just killing time

And time's killing me

 

Dead man breathing, just taking up space

Calloused and weathered like the lines on one's face

Dead man breathing, my conscience is bare

The lining of my soul is torn yet I no longer care

 

For All that has been

And All that is

All that's to be

Lord, I'm just killing time

And time's killing me

 

It's nine o'clock on a Saturday

The regular crowd shuffles in

There's an old man sitting next to me

Making love to his tonic and gin

 

He says, "Son can you play me a memory

I'm not really sure how it goes

But it's sad and it's sweet

And I knew it complete

When I wore a younger man's clothes"

 

Sing us a song you're the piano man

Sing us a song tonight

Well we're all in the mood for a melody

And you've got us feeling alright

 

Now John at the bar is a friend of mine

He gets me my drinks for free

And he's quick with a joke or to light up your smoke

But there's someplace that he'd rather be

 

He says, "Bill, I believe this is killing me"

As a smile ran away from his face

"Well, I'm sure that I could be a movie star

If I could get out of this place"

 

Now Paul is a real estate novelist

Who never had time for a wife

And he's talking with Davy, who's still in the Navy

And probably will be for life

 

And the waitress is practicing politics

As the businessmen slowly get stoned

Yes they're sharing a drink they call loneliness

But it's better than drinking alone

 

Sing us a song you're the piano man

Sing us a song tonight

Well we're all in the mood for a melody

And you've got us feeling alright

 

It's a pretty good crowd for a Saturday

And the manager gives me a smile

'Cause he knows that it's me they've been coming to see

To forget about life for a while

 

And the piano sounds like a carnival

And the microphone smells like a beer

And they sit at the bar and put bread in my jar

And say "Man what are you doing here?"

 

Sing us a song you're the piano man

Sing us a song tonight

Well we're all in the mood for a melody

And you've got us feeling alright

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Ain't Found A Way To

Kill Me Yet

Eyes Burn With Stinging

Sweat

Seems Every Path Leads Me To

Nowhere

Wife And Kids And Household Pet

Army Green Was No Safe Bet

The Bullets Scream To Me From Somewhere

 

Here They Come To Snuff The Rooster

Yeah Here Come The Rooster

You Know He Ain't Gonna Die

 

Walkin' Tall Machine Gun Man

They Spit On Me In My Homeland

Gloria Sent Me Pictures

Of My Boy

Got My Pills 'Gainst

Mosquito Death

My Buddy's Breathin'

His Dyin' Breath

Oh God Please Won't You Help

Me Make It Through

 

Alice In Chains: Rooster

 

I heard somebody fixed today

There was no last goodbyes to say

His will to live ran out

I heard somebody turned to dust

 

Looking back at what he left

A list of plans and photographs

Songs that never will be sung

These are the things he don't get done

 

I've seen the man use the needle, seen the needle use the man

I've seen them crawl from the cradle to the gutter on their hands

They fight a war but it's fatal, it's so hard to understand

I've seen the man use the needle, seen the needle use the man

 

Just one shot to say goodbye

One last taste to mourn and cry

Scores and shoots, the lights go dim

Just one shot to do him in

 

He hangs his head and wonders why

Why the monkey only lies

But pay the pauper, he did choose

He hung his head inside the noose

 

I've seen the man use the needle, seen the needle use the man

I've seen them crawl from the cradle to the gutter on their hands

They fight a war but it's fatal, it's so hard to understand

I've seen the man use the needle, seen the needle use the man

Cryptic writing on the wall, the beginning of the end

I've seen myself use the needle, seen the needle in my hand

 

Megadeth: Use The Man.

 

 

And Corey already used the BLS song I was going to put down.

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Corey used a Billy Joel song, but I like this one more:

 

In every heart, there is a room,

A sanctuary safe and strong.

To heal the wounds of lovers past

Until a new one comes along.

 

I spoke to you in cautious tones,

You answered me with no pretense.

And still I feel I said too much.

My silence is my self-defense.

 

And everytime I've held a rose,

It seems I only felt the thorns.

And so it goes, and so it goes,

And so will you soon, I suppose.

 

But if my silence made you leave,

Then that would be my worst mistake.

So I will share this room with you,

And you can have this heart to break.

 

And this is why my eyes are closed.

It's just as well for all I've seen.

And so it goes, and so it goes.

And you're the only one who knows.

 

So I would choose to be with you.

That's if the choice were mine to make.

But you can make decisions, too,

And you can have this heart to break.

 

And so it goes, and so it goes.

And you're the only one who knows.

 

 

Also...

 

 

Wish I knew what you were looking for

Might have known what you would find

 

And it's something quite peculiar

Something shimmering and white

Leads you here despite your destination

Under the Milky Way tonight

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Iced Earth - A Question of Heaven

 

The time is close now

The end is near

I walk through the valley

Trails of fear

 

I feel empty

My penance overdue

I guess it's too late now

To be with You

 

I'm extremely frightened

Of what will surely be

I sold myself

The death of me

 

I know You can't forgive me

I know I'm on my own

I know that I've betrayed You

I walk alone

 

What exactly is the meaning of this?

Just pawns in Your twisted game

Severe pain for the lie I'm living

For a love I never could betray

 

Question me not, said thy Lord unto thee

You have chosen your own fate and your own destiny

Denied of this life is what you are to be

You have chosen your own fate and your own destiny

 

Lord, I pound my fists at You

Won't You just let me die?

Would I not suffer enough

No inner peace, no afterlife?

 

Question me not, said thy Lord unto thee

You have chosen your own fate and your own destiny

Denied of this life is what you are to be

You have chosen your own fate and your own destiny

 

I did what I thought was right

All for the love of my life

I know it's sad but true

 

Something is very wrong

Condemned to suffer so long

For a love so true

 

The question that lies within

So hard to understand

It still tears at me

 

And in my dying breath

My heart holds no regrets

I wouldn't change a thing

 

My spirit begins to rise

To the Heavenly skies

Just to be shunned away by You

 

Now all I want is to die

No streets of gold in the sky

And I wash my hands of You

 

Rising to the Heaven's light

Just to plea for death

Just to be denied

 

I'll just skip the last bits, because it's all just repeated lines anyway.

 

Oh, and...

 

Nobody Home - Pink Floyd

 

Got a little black book, with my poems in

Got a bag with a toothbrush and a comb

When I'm a good dog they sometimes throw me a bone

 

I got elastic bands keeping my shoes on

Got those swollen hand blues

I got thirtenn channels of shit on the TV to choose from

 

I got electric light

I got second sight

I got amazing powers of observation

That is how I know

When I try to get through

On the telephone to you

There'll be nobody home

 

I got the obligitory Hendrix perm

And the inevitable pinhole burns

All down the front of my favourite satin shirt

 

I got nicotine stains on my fingers

I got a silver spoon on a chain

Got a grand piano to prop up my mortal remains

 

I got wild, staring eyes

I got a strong urge to fly

But I got nowhere to fly to

 

Oooh, babe

When I pick up the phone

There's still nobody home

 

I got a pair of Gohill's boots

And I got fading roots...

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Teenage angst has paid off well

Now I'm bored and old

Self-appointed judges judge

More than they have sold

If she floats than she is not

A witch like we had thought

A down payment on another

One at salem's lot

 

Serve the servants - Oh no

Serve the servants

That legendary divorce is such a bore

 

As my bones grew they did hurt

They hurt really bad

I tried hard to have a father

But instead I had a dad

I just want you to know that I

Don't hate you anymore

There is nothing I could say

That I haven't thought before

 

Serve the servants-Oh no

Serve the servants

That legendary divorce is such a bore

 

- Nirvana - Serve The Servants

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Worship the ground, you barely walk on

You give of yourself, but your angels are gone

Deny that your body is screaming

But your heart and your soul they're bleeding

Just to fall asleep is a Godsend

Until your demons appear again

 

I am a witness to your demise

 

Your biggest secret, is the one you can't keep

Lift up your head if you're only asleep

You try to hold onto reason

Why can't you see that you're leaving

My love for you knows no distance

But it can't fight your resistance

 

I am a witness to your demise

I am the one who saw through the lies

 

Give me, the one thing you can't give

Take me to the black lodge where you live

Give me, the one thing you can't give

Take me to the black lodge where you live

 

Deny your body is screaming

But your heart and your soul they're bleeding

Just to fall asleep is a Godsend

Until your demons appear again

 

I am a witness to your demise

I am the one who saw through the lies

My love has always been blind

 

Give me the one thing you can't give

Take me to the black lodge where you live

Give me the one thing you can't give

Take me to the black lodge where you live

 

Where you live, where you live, where you live, where you live

 

Black Lodge- Anthrax

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That whole album fucking rules

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I am on a lonely road and I am traveling

Traveling, traveling, traveling

Looking for something, what can it be

Oh I hate you some, I hate you some

I love you some

Oh I love you when I forget about me

I want to be strong I want to laugh along

I want to belong to the living

Alive, alive, I want to get up and jive

I want to wreck my stockings in some juke box dive

Do you want - do you want - do you want

To dance with me baby

Do you want to take a chance

On maybe finding some sweet romance with me baby

Well, come on

 

All I really really want our love to do

Is to bring out the best in me and in you too

All I really really want our love to do

Is to bring out the best in me and in you

I want to talk to you, I want to shampoo you

I want to renew you again and again

Applause, applause - life is our cause

When I think of your kisses

My mind see-saws

Do you see - do you see - do you see

How you hurt me baby

So I hurt you too

Then we both get so blue

 

I am on a lonely road and I am traveling

Looking for the key to set me free

Oh the jealousy, the greed is the unraveling

It's the unraveling

And it undoes all the joy that could be

I want to have fun, I want to shine like the sun

I want to be the one that you want to see

I want to knit you a sweater

Want to write you a love letter

I want to make you feel better

I want to make you feel free

Hmm, Hmm, Hmm, Hmm,

Want to make you feel free

I want to make you feel free

 

Joni Mitchell - All I Want

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I stand outside the gates of Buckingham Palace

Selling reefer, puffin the chalice with the beefeaters

Gettin so high that whenever I drop shit

it'll land on the window of your airplane cockpit

Canibus with the hot shit, "Crazy I. Click"

Niggaz is bloody idiots thinkin that they can stop this

I'll increase my strength, to a super human extent

Nigga your rhyme ain't worth sixpence

And if you can hear, smell, see, touch, and taste

then you don't need six senses to feel me punch you in the face

From Brixton, to Clapham Common, my lyrics invade Europe like Joseph Stalin, and murder niggaz for rhymin

Spittin fire, with gasoline for saliva

drunk as Lady Diana's driver wit reporters behind her

Alcohol in the hands of a minor

I got you panickin like bombs, with 30 second timers

Clear the buildin, evacuate women and children

Fuck what you feelin nigga, I came here to kill em

Straight shittin, from New York to Great Britain

And when we do shows we make the Queen pay admission.

 

Chorus: Canibus (and crowd)

 

When I say "Can-I" you say "Bus"

Can-I (BUS!) Can-I (BUS!)

Yo, when I say "Can-I" you say "Bus"

Can-I (BUS!) Can-I (BUS!)

 

[Canibus]

Yo prepare for the worst

This next verse is the face of death

Me without lyrics is like a porn flick without sex

Illmatic, my lyrical skills are Jurassic

With more flavor then Skittles when I'm digitally mastered

I go off like a cannon and blow up the planet

with "No Fear," like them clothes white boys be wearin

I'm tougher than denim, lethal like venomous snake bites

The marijuana makes my eyes bright red like brake lights

There ain't a party I couldn't rock, believe that

There ain't a microphone brave enough to give me feedback

I'm strong, my word is Bond like James

Niggaz be tryin to test, but they 'week' like seven days

MC's run away when I kick it; they act so chicken

they should come with a large drink and a biscuit

My style's radioactive, massive atomic

I plan to push the Earth in front of Halley's Comet

Breakin the facts of life down like Tudy, I'm raw like sushi

with more vocab, than three fuckin Fugees

So recognize or be hospitalized

cause lyrically on a scale of one to ten I'm twenty-five

 

Chorus

 

[Canibus]

A little bit of weed and some Henessey

got me ready to set it with kinetic energy

See I need much more energy then my enemies

If I wanna make more bills than Bellamy

So I could be on MTV

with women constantly tellin me I resemble Billy Dee

I make fly rhymes to get my name on the scene

Then when I'm on the scene I do shows to get the green

Then I take the green, buy a automobile machine

for that thing on page 43, in Jet Magazine

Canibus is the ultimate executioner's dream

Swingin the guillotine, cause whenever the head is severed

from the human body with a sharp enough weapon

the brain remains conscious for ten seconds

Long enough for me to give you one last message

And when you get to Hell you can tell Lucifer I said it

Don't ever get it confused, fuckin with Canibus

the human Rubix Cube like you got somethin to prove

Whoever grabs the mic after me'll get booed

Get everything in the club thrown at you and your crew

From Moet bottles to bar stools, fruits and foods

You got a album out, you get hit with your CD too

Runnin outside, cryin, lyin, denyin

that you ain't The gay rapper, but you got fucked by him

What's the difference? Y'all niggaz still ain't in lyrical fitness

Too busy mixin your business with your bitches

While I be in the lab composing forbidden scriptures

So wicked I got, Satan ejaculating on his fingers

Like Dirk Diggler, in the middle of Boogie Nights

Sniffin white, livin the hype, he ruined his life

But I'm a MC of a different type, yeah that's right

Make sure your shit is tight, or I'ma snatch your mic."

 

Canibus - Buckingham Palace

 

 

And my personal favorite:

 

"I ain't gonna let another rapper eat me,

Thats why you find little pieces of MC's in my feces weekly."

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Guest Wildbomb 4:20

Wow...didn't think I'd see so much appreciation for Billy Joel.

 

Speaking of which: If you get the opportunity to go to "Movin' Out," I highly suggest it. You can ignore the dancing and just go for the concert aspect of the guys up top. And the piano player/vocalist is dead-on for Joel. It's scary. And about once a week Billy will show up and play two or three at the end of the show. It's a good time.

 

Anyways, I'm surprised to not have seen this classic up by now:

 

Saturday night and you're still hangin' around

You're tired of livin' in your one horse town

You'd like to find a little hole in the ground for a while

 

So you go to the village in your tie-dye jeans

And you stare at the junkies and the closet queens

It's like some pornographic magazine, and you smile

 

But Captain Jack will get you high tonight

And take you to your special island

Captain Jack will get you by tonight

Just a little push 'n' you'll be smilin'

Oh yeah, yeah

 

Your sister's gone out, she's on a date

And you just sit at home and masturbate

Your phone is gonna ring soon,

But you just can't wait, for that call

 

So you stand on the corner in your new English clothes

And you look so polished from your hair down to your toes

But still your fingers gonna pick your nose, after all

 

But Captain Jack will get you high tonight

And take you to your special island

Captain Jack will get you by tonight

Just a little push 'n' you'll be smilin'

Oh yeah, yeah

 

So you decide to take a holiday

You got your tape deck and your brand new Chevrolet

Ah, but there's no place to go anyway and what for

You've got everything, but nothin's cool

They just found your father in the swimming pool

And you guess you won't be going back to school anymore

 

But Captain Jack will get you high tonight

And take you to your special island

Captain Jack will get you by tonight

Just a little push 'n' you'll be smilin'

La da, da

Oh yeah, yeah

 

So you play your albums and you smoke your pot

And you meet your girlfriend in the parking lot

Oh, but still you're aching for the things you haven't got,

What went wrong

 

And if you can't understand why your world is so dead

And why you've got to keep in style and feed your head

Well, you're twenty one and still you mother makes your bed

And that's too long

 

But Captain Jack will get you high tonight

And take you to your special island

Captain Jack will get you by tonight

Just a little push 'n' you'll be smilin'

Yeah, Captain Jack will get you by tonight

Yeah, Captain Jack will get you by tonight

 

Such a good time...

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Guest stardust

I'm kinda partial to "She" by Elvis Costello.

 

She (Tous Les Visages de L'Amour) Lyrics

 

She

May be the face I can't forget

A trace of pleasure or regret

May be my treasure or the price I have to pay

She may be the song that summer sings

May be the chill that autumn brings

May be a hundred different things

Within the measure of a day.

 

She

May be the beauty or the beast

May be the famine or the feast

May turn each day into a heaven or a hell

She may be the mirror of my dreams

A smile reflected in a stream

She may not be what she may seem

Inside her shell

 

She who always seems so happy in a crowd

Whose eyes can be so private and so proud

No one's allowed to see them when they cry

She may be the love that cannot hope to last

May come to me from shadows of the past

That I'll remember till the day I die

 

She

May be the reason I survive

The why and wherefore I'm alive

The one I'll care for through the rough and many years

Me I'll take her laughter and her tears

And make them all my souvenirs

For where she goes I've got to be

The meaning of my life is

 

She, she, she

 

And SpikeFayeJettEdBeBop, "Hand Me Down" is indeed an amazing song.

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Tindersticks--"My Sister" (it's a spoken word piece, not sung)

 

Do you remember my sister? How many mistakes did she make with those never blinking eyes? I couldn't work it out. I swear she could read your mind, your life, the depths of your soul at one glance. Maybe she was stripping herself away, saying:

 

 

Here I am, this is me

I am yours and everything about me, everything you see...

If only you look hard enough.

 

 

I never could.

 

 

Our life was a pillow-fight. We'd stand there on the quilt, our hands clenched ready. Her with her milky teeth, so late for her age, and a Stanley knife in her hand. She sliced the tyres on my bike and I couldn't forgive her.

She went blind at the age of five. We'd stand at the bedroom window and she'd get me to tell her what I saw. I'd describe the houses opposite, the little patch of grass next to the path, the gate with its rotten hinges forever wedged open that Dad was always going to fix. She'd stand there quiet for a moment. I thought she was trying to develop the images in her own head. Then she'd say:

 

 

I can see little twinkly stars,

like Christmas tree lights in faraway windows.

Rings of brightly coloured rocks

floating around orange and mustard planets.

I can see huge tiger striped fishes

chasing tiny blue and yellow dashes,

all tails and fins and bubbles.

 

 

I'd look at the grey house opposite, and close the curtains.

She burned down the house when she was ten. I was away camping with the scouts. The fireman said she'd been smoking in bed - the old story, I thought. The cat and our mum died in the flames, so Dad took us to stay with our Aunt in the country. He went back to London to find us a new house. We never saw him again.

On her thirteenth birthday she fell down the well in our aunt's garden and broke her head. She'd been drinking heavily. On her recovery her sight returned, a fluke of nature everyone said. That's when she said she'd never blink again. I would tell her when she started at me, with her eyes wide and watery, that they reminded me of the well she fell into. She liked this, it made her laugh.

 

 

She moved in with a gym teacher when she was fifteen, all muscles he was. He lost his job when it all came out, and couldn't get another one. Not in that kind of small town. Everybody knew everyone else's business. My sister would hold her head high, though. She said she was in love. They were together for five years until one day he lost his temper. He hit her over the back of the neck with his bullworker. She lost the use of the right side of her body. He got three years and was out in fifteen months. We saw him a while later, he was coaching a non-league football team in a Cornwall seaside town. I don't think he recognised her. My sister had put on a lot of weight from being in a chair all the time. She'd get me to stick pins and stub out cigarettes in her right hand. She'd laugh like mad because it didn't hurt. Her left hand was pretty good though. We'd have arm wrestling matches, I'd have to use both arms and she'd still beat me.

 

 

We buried her when she was 32. Me and my aunt, the vicar, and the man who dug the hole. She said she didn't want to be cremated and wanted a cheap coffin so the worms could get to her quickly. She said she liked the idea of it, though I thought it was because of what happened to the cat and our mum.

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When you're talkin to yourself

And nobody's home

You can fool yourself

You came in this world alone

(Alone)

 

So nobody ever told you baby

How it was gonna be

So what'll happen to you baby

Guess we'll have to wait and see

One, two

 

Old at heart but I'm only 28

And I'm much too young

To let love break my heart

Young at heart but it's getting much too late

To find ourselves so far apart

 

I don't know how you're s'posed

To find me lately

An what more could you ask from me

How could you say that I never needed you

When you took everything

Said you took everything from me

 

Young at heart an it gets so hard to wait

When no one I know can seem to help me now

Old at heart but I musn't hesitate

If I'm to find my own way out

 

Still talkin' to myself and nobody's home

(Alone)

 

So nobody ever told us baby

How it was gonna be

So what'll happen to us baby

Guess we'll have to wait and see

 

When I find out all the reasons

Maybe I'll find another way

Find another day

With all the changing seasons of my life

Maybe I'll get it right next time

An now that you've been broken down

Got your head out of the clouds

You're back down on the ground

And you don't talk so loud

An you don't walk so proud

Any more, and what for

 

Well I jumped into the river too many times

to make it home

I'm out here on my own, an drifting all alone

If it doesn't show give it time

To read between the lines

'Cause I see the storm getting closer

And the waves they get so high

Seems everything We've ever known's here

Why must it drift away and die

 

I'll never find anyone to replace you

Guess I'll have to make it thru, this time

Oh this time

Without you

 

I knew the storm was getting closer

And all my friends said I was high

But everything we've ever known's here

I never wanted it to die

 

Guns N Roses "Estranged"

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On the floating, shipless oceans

I did all my best to smile

Until your singing eyes and fingers

Drew me loving into your arms

 

And you sang "Swim to me"

"Swim to me let me enfold you"

Here I am, here I am

Waiting to hold you

 

Did I dream you dreamed about me?

Were you here when I was full sail?

Now my foolish boat is leaning

Broken lovelorn on your rocks

 

For you sang "Touch me not"

"Touch me not, come back tommorow"

Oh my heart, oh my heart

Shies from the sorrow

 

Well I'm as poisened as the newborn child

I'm as riddled as the tide

Should I stand amidst the breakers?

Or should I lie with death my pride?

 

Here me sing "Swim to me"

"Swim to me, let me enfold you"

Here I am, here I am

Waiting to hold you

 

Tim Buckley, "Song to the siren".

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Now with her legs spread wider

She needed to have Louise in side her

She said "I'll never forget the first time you kissed me

Now I want you to fist me"

 

"Liza and Louise" - NOFX

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