Disturbing Story Telling Songs...

July 8, 2004

Well, Have you heard any songs that are telling a story that disturbing? Well post some of the lyrics and share some of your thoughts to it.

Immortal Technique - Dance With the Devil Lyrics

[Verse 1]

I once knew a n!gga whose real name was William

his primary concern, was making a million

being the illest hustler, that the world ever seen

he used to fuck moviestars and sniff coke in his dreams

a corrupted young mind, at the age of thirteen

n!gga never had a father and his mom was a fiend

she put the pipe down, but forever yeah she was sober

her sons heart simultaneously grew colder

he started hanging out selling bags in the projects

checking the young chicks, looking for hit and run prospects

he was fascinated by material objects

but he understood money never bought respect

he built a reputation cuz he could hustle and steal

but got locked once and didn't hessitate to squeal

so criminals he chilled with didn't think he was real

you see me and n!ggaz like this have never been equal

I don't project my insurecurity's at other people

he fiended for props like addicts with pipes and needles

so he felt he had to prove to everyone he was evil

a fever minded young man with infinite potetial

the product of a ghetto ... capatalistic mental

coincidentally dropped out of school to sell weed

dancing with the devil, smoked until his eyes would bleed

but he was sick of selling trees and gave in to his greed

[Hook]

Everyone trying to be trife never face the consequences

you propably only did a month for minor offences

ask a n!gga doing life if he had another chance

but then again there's always the wicked at new and advanced

dance forever with the devil on a code cell block

but thats what happens when you rape, murder and sell rock

devils used to be gods, angels that fell from the top

there's no diversity because we're burning in the melting pot

[Verse 2]

So Billy started robbing n!ggaz, anything he could do

he'd get his respect back, in the eyes of his crew

starting fights over little shit, up on the block

stepped up to selling mothers and brothers the crack rock

working overtime for making money for the crack spot

hit the jackpot and wanted to move up to cocaine

forfilling the Scarface fantasy stuck in his brain

tired of the block n!ggaz treating him the same

he wanted to be major like the cut throats and the thugs

but when he tried to step to 'em, n!ggaz showed him no love

they told him any motherfucking coward can sell drugs

any bitch n!gga with a gun, can bust slugs

any n!gga with a red shirt can front like a blood

even Puffy smoked a motherfucker up in a club

but only a real thug can stab someone till they die

standing in front of them, starring straight into their eyes

Billy realized that these men were well guarded

and they wanted to test him, before business started

suggested raping a bitch to prove he was cold hearted

so now he had a choice between going back to his life

or making money with made men, up in the cife

his dreams about cars and ice, made him agree

a hardcore n!gga is all he ever wanted to be

and so he met them friday night at a quarter to three

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

They drove around the projects slow while it was raining

smoking blunts, drinking and joking for entertainment

untill they saw a woman on the street walking alone

three in the morning, coming back from work, on her way home

and so they quietly got out the car and followed her

walking through the projects, the darkness swallowed her

they wrapped her shirt around her head and knocked her onto the

floor

this is it kid now you got your chance to be raw

so Billy oaked her up and grabbed the chick by the hair

and dragged her into a lobby that had nobody there

she struggled hard but they forced her to go up the stairs

they got to the roof and then held her down on the ground

screaming shut the fuck up and stop moving around

the shirt covered her face, but she screamed and clawed

so Billy stomped on the bitch, until he broken her jaw

the dirty bastards knew exactly what they were doing

they kicked her until they cracked her ribs and she stopped

moving

blood leaking through the corpse, she cried silently

and then they all proceeded to rape her violently

Billy was meant to go first, but each of them took a turn

ripping her up, and choking her until her throat burned

a broken jaw mumbled for God but they weren't concerned

when they were done and she was lying bloody, broken and bruised

one of them n!ggaz pulled out a brand new twenty-two

they told him that she was a witness of what she'd gone through

and if he killed her he was guaranteed a spot in the crew

he thought about it for a minute, she was practicly dead

and so he leaned over and put the gun right to her head

(Sample from 'Survival of the Fittest' by Mobb Deep)

I'm falling and I can't turn back

[Verse 4]

Right before he pulled the trigger, and ended her life

he thought about the gold chain with the platinum and ice

and he felt strong standing along with his new brothers

cocked the gat to her head, and pulled back the shirt cover

but what he saw made him start to cringe and studder

cuz he was starring into the eyes of his own mother

she looked back at him and cried, cuz he had forsaken her

she cried more painfully, than when they were raping her

his whole world stopped, he couldn't even contiplate

his corruption had succesfully changed his fate

and he remembered how his mom used to come home late

working hard for nothing, cuz now what was he worth

he turned away from the woman that had once given him birth

and crying out to the sky cuz he was lonely and scared

but only the devil responded, cuz God wasn't there

and right then he knew what it was to be empty and cold

and so he jumped off the roof and died with no soul

they say death takes you to a better place but I doubt it

after that they killed his mother, and never spoke about it

and listen cuz the story that I'm telling is true

cuz I was there with Billy Jacobs and I raped his mom too

and now the devil follows me everywhere that I go

infact I'm sure he's standing among one of you at my shows

and every street cypher listening to little thugs flow

he could be standing right next to you, and you wouldn't know

the devil grows inside the hearts of the selfish and wicked

white, brown, yellow and black color is not restricted

you have a self destructive destiny when you're inflicted

and you'll be one of Gods children and fall from the top

there's no diversity because we're burning in the melting pot

so when the devil wants to dance with you, you better say never

because the dance with the devil might las

**NOTE** This is not a True Story **NOTE**

Giuseppe Zangara · July 8, 2004

Tindersticks - My Sister

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.

Red Hot Thumbtack In The Eye · July 8, 2004

My Dying Bride - The Light At The End Of The World

An isle, a bright shining isle

stands forever, alone in the sea

Of rock and of sand and grass

and shale, the isle bereft of trees.

- Small. A speck in the wide blue

sea. 'Tis the last of all the land.

A dweller upon our lonesome

isle, the last, lonely man? -

By the Gods he is there to

never leave, to remain all his

life. His punishment for

evermore, to attend the

eternal light.

The lighthouse, tall and brilliant

white, which stands at the end

of the world. Protecting ships

and sailors too, from rock they

could be hurled

Yet nothing comes and nothing

goes 'sept the bright blue sea.

Which stretches near and far

away, 't is all our man can see.

Though, one day, up high on

rock, a bird did perch and cry.

An albatross, he shot a glance,

and wondered deeply, why?

Could it be a watcher sent?

A curse sent from the Gods,

who sits and cries and stares at him,

the life that they have robbed.

Each year it comes to watch

over him, the creature from above.

Not a curse but a reminder of

the woman that he loved.

- Oh weary night, under stars,

he'd lay and gaze.

Up towards the moon and stars.

The suns dying haze.

Time and again, Orion's light

filled our man with joy.

Within the belt, he'd see his love,

remembering her voice -

The twinkle from the stars above

bled peace into his heart

As long as she looks down on him

he knows they'll never part

One day good, one day bad

The madness, the heat, the sun,

Out to sea, he spies upon land.

His beloved Albion.

Cliffs of white and trees of green

Children run and play,

'My home land' he cries and weeps,

why so far away?

Eyes sore and red. Filled with tears,

he runs towards the sea.

To risk his life, a worthy cause,

for home he would be.

Into the sea, deep and blue,

the waters wash him clean.

Awake. He screams. Cold with sweat.

And Albion a dream.

- Such is life upon the isle,

of torment and woe.

One day good. One day bad.

And some days, even hope.

The light at the end of the world

burns bright for mile and mile

Yet tends the man, its golden glow,

in misery all the while?

For fifty years he stands and waits,

atop the light, alone.

Looking down upon his isle

the Gods have made his home -

The watcher at the end of the world

through misery does defile.

Remembers back to that single night

and allows a tiny smile.

(His sacrifice was not so great,

he insists upon the world.

Again he would crime,

Again he would pay,

for one moment with the girl)

Her hair, long and black it shone,

The dark, beauty of her eyes,

Olive skin and warm embrace,

her memory never dies.

'Twas years ago, he

remembers clear

the life they once did live.

Endless love and lust for life,

they promised each would give.

Alas, such love and laughter too,

was short as panting breath

For one dark night, her soul

was kissed

by the shade of death.

(Agony, like none before,

was suffered by our man.)

who tends the light now

burning bright

on the very last of land.

(Anger raged and misery too

like nothing ever before.)

He cursed the Gods and man

and life,

and at his heart he tore.

- A deity felt sympathy

and threw our man a light

'Your woman you may see again,

for a single night. -

But think hard and well young man,

there is a price to pay:

to tend the light at the end of

the world

is where you must stay.

Away from man and life and love.

Alone you will be.

On a tiny isle. A bright shining isle

in the middle of the sea.'

- 'I'll tend the light, for one more night

with the woman whom I love',

screamed the man, with tearful eyes,

to the deity above.

And so it was that very night

his lover did return.

To his arms and to their bed,

together they did turn.

In deepest love and lust and passion

entwined they did fall.

Lost within each other's arms

they danced (in lover's ball). -

- Long was the night filled with love.

For them the world was done.

Awoke he did to brightest light,

his woman and life had gone.

To his feet he leapt. To the sea he looked.

To the lighthouse on the stone.

The price is paid and from now on

he lives forever alone.

Fifty years have passed since then

and not a soul has he seen.

but his woman lives with him still

in every single dream.

'Tis sad to hear how young love has died

to know that, alone, someone has cried.

but memories are ours to keep.

To live them again, in our sleep.-

July 8, 2004

This topic was invented for...

Stay Up Late

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Mommy had. A little baby.

There he is. Fast asleep.

He's just. A little plaything.

Why not. Wake him up?

Cute. Cute. Little baby.

Little pee pee. Little toes.

Now he's comin' to me.

Crawl across. The kitchen floor.

Baby, baby, please let me hold him

I wanna make him stay up all night

Sister, sister, he's just a plaything

We wanna make him stay up all night

Yeah we do

See him drink. From a bottle.

See him eat. From a plate.

Cute. Cute. As a button.

Don't you wanna make him. Stay up late.

And we're having fun. With no money.

Little smile. On his face.

Don't cha' love. The little baby.

Don't you want to make him. Stay up late.

CHORUS

Here we go (all night long)

Sister, sister (all night long)

In the playpen...woo...(all night long)

Little baby goes, ha! (all night long)

I know you want to leave me...

Why don't. We pretend.

There you go. Little man.

Cute. Cute. Why not?

Late at night. Wake him up.

CHORUS

Here we go (all night long)

Sister, sister...woo...

(with the television on)

Little baby goes...woo! (all night long)

Hey, hey, baby! (all night long)

And he looks so cute (all night long)

In his little red suit (all night long)

July 8, 2004

Likely the Most Mainstream one

"Kim"-Eminem

Yesterday I changed your diaper, wiped you and powdered you.

How did you get so big, can't believe it, now your two

Baby your so precious, daddy's so proud of you

SIT DOWN, BITCH, IF YOU MOVE AGAIN I'LL BEAT THE sh*t OUT OF YOU..

Kim: OK!!

Eminem: (Kim screaming) Don't make me wake this baby, she don't need to see

what I’m about to do

Quit crying bitch, why do you always make me shout at you

How could you?...just leave me and love him out the blue

Kim: (crying)

Eminem: Oh, what's a matter Kim....am I too loud for you?? (Kim screaming)

Too bad bitch, your gonna finally hear me out this time

At first, I’m like all right, you wanna throw me out, that's fine.

But not for him to take my place, are you out you're mind?

This couch, this tv, this whole house is mine.

How could you let him sleep in our bed?

Look it Kim, Look at your husband now,(kim: NOOO) I said look at him!!!

He ain't so hot now is he? Little punk.

Kim: Why are you doing this?

Eminem: Shut the f*ck up!!!

Kim: You're drunk, You're never going to get away at this..

Eminem: You think I give a f*ck!

Come on..we're going’ for a ride bitch,(Kim: NOOOO) sit up front.

Kim: why can't we just leave Haley alone....what if she wakes up?

Eminem: We'll be right back......Well I will, you'll be in the trunk.

Chorus 2x

SO LONG

BITCH YOU DID ME SO WRONG

I DON'T WANNA GO ON

LIVIN' IN THIS WORLD WITHOUT YOU

Eminem: You really f*cked me Kim,

You really did a number on me,

Never knew me cheatin' on you would come back to hunt me.

But we was kids then Kim, I was only 18!

That was years ago, I thought we wiped the slate clean

That's f*cked up!!

Kim: I LOVE YOU.

Eminem: OH GOD MY BRAIN IS RACIN!

Kim: I LOVE YOU.

Eminem: What are you doing, change the station......I HATE this song! Does

this look like a big joke?

Kim: NO......

Eminem: * There’s a 4 year old boy lyin’ dead with a slit throat.....in your

living room.....HA HA........What you think I'm kiddin’ you

(crying) You loved him didn't you?

Kim: NO

Eminem: BULLsh*t YOU BITCH DON'T f*ckING LIE

TO ME.....(honk, honk)....What the f*ck's this guy's problem on the side of

me?......f*ck YOU ASSHOLE, YEAH BITE ME........KIM,KIIIM....why don't you

like

me?.....you think I’m ugly don't you.

Kim: IT’S NOT THAT

Eminem: no you think I’m ugly,

get the f*ck away from me, don't touch me.....I HATE YOU...I HATE YOU...I

SWEAR

TO GOD I HATE YOU....OH MY GOD I LOVE YOU .....HOW THE f*ck COULD YOU DO

THIS TO

ME (Kim: sorry) HOW THE f*ck COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME!

Chorus2x

SO LONG

BITCH YOU DID ME SO WRONG

I DON'T WANNA GO ON

LIVIN' IN THIS WORLD WITHOUT YOU

Eminem: Come on get out.

Kim: I can't I'm scared.

Eminem: I said get out bitch!

Kim: Let go of my hair....please don't do this baby...please...I love

you...look we

can just take Haley and leave

Eminem: f*ck YOU!....YOU DID THIS TO US...YOU DID IT...IT'S YOUR FAULT.

Oh my god i'm crackin up , GET A GRIP MARSHALL!!!!

Hey member the time we went to Brian's party?

And you were like so drunk that you threw up all over Archie.

That was funny wasn't it?

Kim: yes..

Eminem: THAT WAS FUNNY WASN'T IT?!!

Kim: YES!!

Eminem: See, it all makes sense, doesn't it? You and your husband had a

fight

One of you tries to grab a knife, and during the struggle he accidentally

gets his Adams apple sliced....And while this is goin’ on...his son just

woke up, and he just walks in...She panics...and he gets his throat cut, So

now they both dead....and you slash your own throat, So now it's double

homicide and suicide with no note, I should have known better when you

started to act weird, We could've.......HEY! where ya goin....get back

here!!! You can't run from me Kim....It's just us...Nobody else! You're only

makin’ this harder on yourself

HA HA....GOTCHA!!!! (Kim screams)HHHAA.......GO AHEAD YELL

HERE ILL SCREAM WITCHA......AH SOMEBODY HELP!!!

Don't you get it bitch, no one can hear you? ...Now shut the f*ck up and get

what's comin to you......You were supposed to love me!!!!! (kim

choking).....NOW BLEED BITCH BLEED....BLEED BITCH BLEED...BLEEEEEED!!!!

Chorus 2x

SO LONG..

BITCH YOU DID ME SO WRONG..

I DON'T WANNA GO ON..

LIVIN' IN THIS WORLD WITHOUT YOU..

July 8, 2004

You guys don't get it - Em rapping about killing his Mom, or Danzig screaming for five minutes about mass decapitation that makes a song get under your skin, in my opinion it's often very subtle and maybe even what's NOT said that makes a song creepy.

July 8, 2004

You guys don't get it - Em rapping about killing his Mom, or Danzig screaming for five minutes about mass decapitation that makes a song get under your skin, in my opinion it's often very subtle and maybe even what's NOT said that makes a song creepy.

I apologize, only Choken didn't get it, everyone else seemed to be doing okay.

July 8, 2004

well he didn't really classify what "disturbing" is.

Personaly, talking about Killing your wife somewhat disturbs me...

Henry Spencer · July 8, 2004

Naw, I think the overwhelming anger of Kim qualifies it as slightly disturbing.

July 8, 2004

Delia's Gone-Johnny Cash

Delia, oh, Delia Delia all my life

If I hadn't have shot poor

Delia I'd have had her for my wife