Favorite Lyrics

Icee WeinerIcee Weiner Regular
edited July 2010 in Spurious Generalities
Doesn't necessarily have to be a whole song but even just a quote from a song.

For me it's hard to choose one song but I'd have to say the lyrics for the song "Hey You" by Pink Floyd would be atop the list of my favorite lyrics.

Hey you, out there in the cold
Getting lonely, getting old
Can you feel me?
Hey you, standing in the aisles
With itchy feet and fading smiles
Can you feel me?
Hey you, dont help them to bury the light
Don't give in without a fight.

Hey you, out there on your own
Sitting naked by the phone
Would you touch me?
Hey you, with you ear against the wall
Waiting for someone to call out
Would you touch me?
Hey you, would you help me to carry the stone?
Open your heart, I'm coming home.

But it was only fantasy.
The wall was too high,
As you can see.
No matter how he tried,
He could not break free.
And the worms ate into his brain.

Hey you, out there on the road
always doing what you're told,
Can you help me?
Hey you, out there beyond the wall,
Breaking bottles in the hall,
Can you help me?
Hey you, don't tell me there's no hope at all
Together we stand, divided we fall.

One of my favorite lines. I kinda wanted to get that as a tattoo somewhere. I've really started getting into Floyd as of recently. I got "The Wall" for Christmas last year. I'll have to get more of their CD's soon.

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  • jarkofjarkof Regular
    edited July 2010
    Is this the real life?
    Is this just fantasy?
    Caught in a landslide
    No escape from reality
    Open your eyes
    Look up to the skies and see
    I'm just a poor boy (poor boy), I need no sympathy
    Because I'm easy come, easy go
    little high, little low
    Anyway the wind blows, doesn't really matter to me, to me

    Mama, just killed a man
    Put a gun against his head
    Pulled my trigger, now he's dead
    Mama, life had just begun
    But now I've gone and thrown it all away
    Mama, ooo
    Didn't mean to make you cry
    If I'm not back again this time tomorrow
    Carry on, carry on, as if nothing really matters

    It's too late, my time has come
    Sends shivers down my spine
    Body's aching all the time
    Goodbye everybody - I've got to go
    Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth
    Mama, ooo - (anyway the wind blows)
    I don't want to die
    I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all

    <short guitar solo, proceeds into faster part>

    I see a little silhouetto of a man
    Scaramouche, scaramouche, will you do the fandango?
    Thunderbolts and lightning - very very frightening me
    Galileo, Galileo,
    Galileo, Galileo,
    Galileo Figaro - magnifico-o-o-o

    I'm just a poor boy nobody loves me
    He's just a poor boy from a poor family
    Spare him his life from this monstrosity
    Easy come easy go - will you let me go
    It's the LAW! No - we will not let you go - let him go
    It's the LAW! We will not let you go - let him go
    It's the LAW! We will not let you go - let me go
    Will not let you go - let me go (never)
    Never let you go - let me go
    Never let me go - ooo
    No, no, no, no, no, no, no -
    Oh mama mia, mama mia, mama mia let me go
    Beelzebub has the devil put aside for me
    for me
    for me
    for me

    <guitar bridge>

    So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye?
    So you think you can love me and leave me to die?
    Oh baby - can't do this to me baby
    Just gotta get out - just gotta get right outta here

    <guitar solo>

    Ooh yeah, ooh yeah
    Nothing really matters
    Anyone can see
    Nothing really matters, nothing really matters, to me
    <instrumental ending>
    Anyway the wind blows...
    <fade out>
  • Icee WeinerIcee Weiner Regular
    edited July 2010
    Pretty much anything by Tool as well. I mean, who the fuck sings about the Fibonacci Sequence in a song? Their lyrics are different from anybody that I've ever heard.
  • jarkofjarkof Regular
    edited July 2010
    Pretty much anything by Tool as well. I mean, who the fuck sings about the Fibonacci Sequence in a song? Their lyrics are different from anybody that I've ever heard.

    90% of the people here prolly have no idea what that is, fibonacci sequence, but yeah they are pretty godly.
    Oh and FYI to all who are wondering lateralus is the song with the sequence.
  • rejectreject Regular
    edited July 2010
    jarkof wrote: »
    90% of the people here prolly have no idea what that is, fibonacci sequence, but yeah they are pretty godly.

    Anybody who made it through Elementary school knows what the Fibonacci sequence is :facepalm:

    But my favourite lyrics.... I'm guna have to think about that and then come back and edit this.
  • edited July 2010
    it's tough. almost anything by bad religion is genius. the same can be said for a lot of white rappers.
  • rejectreject Regular
    edited July 2010
    Sage Francis - Black Out On White Night

    lights are out,
    phones are dead,
    and I'm the only thing thats running in this city.
    except for the clouds,
    and they're coming down.
    if I knew my way around
    I wouldn't feel so dizz-ay.

    where's telly?
    nobody can tell me
    I don't speak a lick of that language
    and got a slippery memory
    if I spelled it all out on my arm
    only if
    but I didn't
    so I think get a grip kid
    deal with it

    baby's waiting for a ring
    won't settle for the substitute excuse that's forming
    I got a complicated case of escapism
    for her I try to rewire my nature
    to tired to wake her up

    out of that artificial calm she was on
    a drug induced future that slipped out of her palms
    seductive rain dancer
    she thinks I'm water proof
    like superman doesn't need a roof over his head

    when I come home to roost
    I need truth of holy men
    but I'm seeking salvation in a booth
    the phones are dead
    and the lights are out
    and I'm the only thing living in this ghost town
    except for the clouds
    and then they're coming down
    if I knew my way around by now I'd rebound for home

    black out on white night in rome
    black out on white night in rome

    I know that I'm in love
    but I know I'm out of touch
    and I know that I get dumb when I can sense something's up
    and then I bottom out
    european tale spins
    scrawling messages out on my pale skin
    in hopes they get mailed in

    before the ink poisoning takes affect
    and gets smugged because I bugged before I let paint set
    I get jugded by the ones who have shelter and rain checks
    while I trugged through the mud
    because this foreign terrain's wet

    regain conciousness and lose common sense
    the ominious dark skies that lie between me and providence are signs
    the obivous answer isn't standing on your face with stilletos on
    if you pop the question wrong

    every song is a post after thought
    I won't grab the chalk to outline my body of work
    toe tags get caught in my teeth
    'cause my foot is in my mouth
    and the spurs are in the words
    so my tounge can't dismount

    even after our rapport had fully run it's course
    couldn't figure out the most heroic time to jump from the horse
    and place this old hat for the last time on a coat rack
    but I'd donate all my earnings from this race to know that

    resisting urges to go back and get it later
    like the milk wouldn't sour itself in the refridgerator
    a wet boy in a dry dry state
    on a old country road
    where tradition has a blind date

    I make it dance on it's own grave tonight
    with a change of direction by the pale moonlight
    and if it needs theme music
    i'll break out the bagpipes
    and play a tune that a ghost wrote me in a past life that goes like

    black out on white night in rome
  • rejectreject Regular
    edited July 2010
    Or

    Living Legends - Remember Who You Are

    To the end of the road and back
    Me and my friend came in
    Sick and tired when you live in sin
    Knock on the backdoor let me in
    Im a raging buffalo flack
    Rowing right or left the saddle
    Ready for battling any instinct
    Brought myself back to an inkling
    So I can leave that proper imprint, imprint is so fly
    So different and so shy everybody gifted but so dry
    Im trying to bring that rain to roll that thought to get you buy
    We high off life in the best way
    Transitioning over the air waves
    Right in front of your eyes we best play over two fifteens
    Our essays score within you teens that press play
    My dooms been cocooned
    And now bleeds throughout my resume
    Reservoir dog barking in the back lot
    Trying get unchained and hop the fence
    Bite that chain and command
    To get to that higher plain of consciousness
    Consequence of stagnation
    Sit and rot in damnation
    What is a man without some change
    Bum in the street wit himself to blame
    Empty pockets, empty brain
    Im sick with God
    My midi man
    Forever eyes of simple plan

    A simple plan for life is change find yourself the nicest range, strange
    Then you see the light(???)
    Then you find the right(???)
    On a bright(day)
    A simple plan for life is change find yourself the nicest range, strange
    Then you see the light(???)
    Then you find the right(???)
    On a bright(day)

    And as I write to this tune my baby's five months growing in the womb
    There's a population boom going on
    There's a planetary shift you can hear it in this song
    They try to heal it then cut it, heal it then cut it, heal it then cut it don't cut it again
    If you feel it then love it, if you feel it then love it, if you feel it love it my friend
    Its right in front of us each and every one of us
    Freedom or death yes the two are antonymous
    Symphonic jus hearin good news
    I keep my ears open and stare to the moon
    I know theres more than hope when I put out the feelers
    We all want the same thing when we're bein all realist
    Collective consciousness lets form a village
    Then spread good feelings till there aint no more killers
    And I apologize if I didn't always rise to occasion
    Had to come of age and apply my knowledge to my personal experiences
    If I didn't I could've died in all seriousness
    We've come far y'all
    As a person, as a people, as a world
    Its time to raise the bar
    Its not hard just remember who you are,
    Its not hard just remember

    A simple plan for life is change find yourself the nicest range, strange
    Then you see the light(???)
    Then you find the right(???)
    On a bright(day)
    A simple plan for life is change find yourself the nicest range, strange
    Then you see the light(???)
    Then you find the right(???)
    On a bright(day)
  • PigPig Regular
    edited July 2010
    B. Dolan - "Joan of Arcadia"
    Joan of Arc had a dildo named Jesus
    made of wood from the cross of its namesake
    she considered the splinters atonement
    and when she came it would fill her with light

    ...

    Joan of Arc was a warrior poet
    and she baptized the world in flame
    and she never stopped to wonder, for even a moment
    why Jesus, never came
  • 47 47 4747 47 47 Acolyte
    edited July 2010
    I have to laugh, its so unreal
  • Big baby jesusBig baby jesus Regular
    edited July 2010

    The festival was over, the boys were all plannin’ for a fall
    The cabaret was quiet except for the drillin’ in the wall
    The curfew had been lifted and the gamblin’ wheel shut down
    Anyone with any sense had already left town
    He was standin’ in the doorway lookin’ like the Jack of Hearts

    He moved across the mirrored room, “Set it up for everyone,” he said
    Then everyone commenced to do what they were doin’ before he turned their heads
    Then he walked up to a stranger and he asked him with a grin
    “Could you kindly tell me, friend, what time the show begins?”
    Then he moved into the corner, face down like the Jack of Hearts

    Backstage the girls were playin’ five-card stud by the stairs
    Lily had two queens, she was hopin’ for a third to match her pair
    Outside the streets were fillin’ up, the window was open wide
    A gentle breeze was blowin’, you could feel it from inside
    Lily called another bet and drew up the Jack of Hearts

    Big Jim was no one’s fool, he owned the town’s only diamond mine
    He made his usual entrance lookin’ so dandy and so fine
    With his bodyguards and silver cane and every hair in place
    He took whatever he wanted to and he laid it all to waste
    But his bodyguards and silver cane were no match for the Jack of Hearts

    Rosemary combed her hair and took a carriage into town
    She slipped in through the side door lookin’ like a queen without a crown
    She fluttered her false eyelashes and whispered in his ear
    “Sorry, darlin’, that I’m late,” but he didn’t seem to hear
    He was starin’ into space over at the Jack of Hearts

    “I know I’ve seen that face before,” Big Jim was thinkin’ to himself
    “Maybe down in Mexico or a picture up on somebody’s shelf”
    But then the crowd began to stamp their feet and the houselights did dim
    And in the darkness of the room there was only Jim and him
    Starin’ at the butterfly who just drew the Jack of Hearts

    Lily was a princess, she was fair-skinned and precious as a child
    She did whatever she had to do, she had that certain flash every time she smiled
    She’d come away from a broken home, had lots of strange affairs
    With men in every walk of life which took her everywhere
    But she’d never met anyone quite like the Jack of Hearts

    The hangin’ judge came in unnoticed and was being wined and dined
    The drillin’ in the wall kept up but no one seemed to pay it any mind
    It was known all around that Lily had Jim’s ring
    And nothing would ever come between Lily and the king
    No, nothin’ ever would except maybe the Jack of Hearts

    Rosemary started drinkin’ hard and seein’ her reflection in the knife
    She was tired of the attention, tired of playin’ the role of Big Jim’s wife
    She had done a lot of bad things, even once tried suicide
    Was lookin’ to do just one good deed before she died
    She was gazin’ to the future, riding on the Jack of Hearts

    Lily washed her face, took her dress off and buried it away
    “Has your luck run out?” she laughed at him, “Well, I guess you must
    have known it would someday
    Be careful not to touch the wall, there’s a brand-new coat of paint
    I’m glad to see you’re still alive, you’re lookin’ like a saint”
    Down the hallway footsteps were comin’ for the Jack of Hearts

    The backstage manager was pacing all around by his chair
    “There’s something funny going on,” he said, “I can just feel it in the air”
    He went to get the hangin’ judge, but the hangin’ judge was drunk
    As the leading actor hurried by in the costume of a monk
    There was no actor anywhere better than the Jack of Hearts

    Lily’s arms were locked around the man that she dearly loved to touch
    She forgot all about the man she couldn’t stand who hounded her so much
    “I’ve missed you so,” she said to him, and he felt she was sincere
    But just beyond the door he felt jealousy and fear
    Just another night in the life of the Jack of Hearts

    No one knew the circumstance but they say that it happened pretty quick
    The door to the dressing room burst open and a cold revolver clicked
    And Big Jim was standin’ there, ya couldn’t say surprised
    Rosemary right beside him, steady in her eyes
    She was with Big Jim but she was leanin’ to the Jack of Hearts

    Two doors down the boys finally made it through the wall
    And cleaned out the bank safe, it’s said that they got off with quite a haul
    In the darkness by the riverbed they waited on the ground
    For one more member who had business back in town
    But they couldn’t go no further without the Jack of Hearts

    The next day was hangin’ day, the sky was overcast and black
    Big Jim lay covered up, killed by a penknife in the back
    And Rosemary on the gallows, she didn’t even blink
    The hangin’ judge was sober, he hadn’t had a drink
    The only person on the scene missin’ was the Jack of Hearts

    The cabaret was empty now, a sign said, “Closed for repair”
    Lily had already taken all of the dye out of her hair
    She was thinkin’ ’bout her father, who she very rarely saw
    Thinkin’ ’bout Rosemary and thinkin’ about the law
    But most of all she was thinkin’ ’bout the Jack of Hearts
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