Favourite Lyrics...

[Madman-Rogovich]

Originally posted by Blind_Prophet: Hit me clown because I'm not from your town, now hit me clown!

Classy stuff man, tis one of the few Korn tracks that i really like its awesome. For me i think my favourite songwriters would probably be Fear Factorys Burton Belle for the all round awesomeness of his work 'There is no place to hide but in your mind!' and the Legend that was Nick Drake - but ill have to get his words right before i post them to not do so would be blasphemy

[Cerek the Barbaric]

Belle, You're a lady after my own heart. There are very few bands or songs from the 80's that I don't like and you named 3 of my absolute favorites (I used to LOVE Prince - but I disagree about the "subtleness" of the sexuality in HIS songs :rollseyes.

Anyway, I listen to a contemporary Christian station at work and I really like some of the songs being sung by the newer artists. One of my favorites is a song called You Can't Keep a Good Man Down by a group called Newsong. Here is the refrain from the song......

You can close your eyes,
You can say it's a lie,
You can stick your head in the sand.

You can turn away,
You can try to explain
That He was just another man.

But when they nailed Him to the Cross by His hands and his feet,
And they put Him in the ground....
Three days later, everybody found out...
That you can't keep a good man down

BTW, the text in my sig is also one of the passages from this same song.

[Kaltia]

Rob Zombie, Dragula, off the Matrix 1 soundtrack [img]smile.gif[/img] . I'm developing an interest in thumping rock/dance and Marilyn Manson. The guy is f***ed up, but I like his music.

Dead I am the one, Exterminating son
Slipping through the trees, strangling the breeze
Dead I am the sky, watching angels cry
As they slowly turn, conquering the worm

Dig through the ditches,
Burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula

Dead I am the pool, spreading from the fool
Weak anmd want you need, nowhere as you bleed
Dead I am the rat, feast upon the cat
Tender is the fur, dying as you purr

Dig through the ditches,
Burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula


Do it baby, Do it baby
Do it baby, Do it baby
Burn like an animal

Dead I am the life, dig into the skin
Knuckle crack the bone, 21 to win
Dead I am the dog, hound of hell you cry
Devil on your back, I can never die

[ 05-21-2003, 09:27 AM: Message edited by: Kaltia ]

[Melusine]

I know that Cerek and Hugh will disagree with me on this one, but I don't like lyrics like those (edit: referring to lyrics Cerek posted). The tone is just too... I don't know, admonishing, pedantic? I found it completely ridiculous and offensive when Christian friends of mine were told online that they were "delusional", "closing their eyes to reality", "believing in a lie" etc.
But *I* don't like being told I'm sticking my head in the sand and closing my eyes to things either. It's exactly the same insult.

That said, I do think religious feelings can add something special to a piece of music that nothing else can. You cannot sing Mozart's Krönungsmesse or Stravinsky's Symphony of Psalms (my choir's current projects) without keeping in mind the religious tone of the compositions, without knowing what you're singing. But similarly, when we did Eisler's Die Mutter, about the Russian workers and Communism, you had to empathise with those feelings and beliefs too.

Anyway, here's the text of the Credo

Credo in unum Deum, patrem omnipotentem,
factorem caeli et terrae, visibilium omnium et invisibilium.
Et in unum Dominum Iesum Christum,
filium Dei unigenitum et ex Patre natum ante omnia saecula.
Deum de Deo, lumen de lumine, Deum verum de Deo vero.
Genitum, non factum, consubstantialem Patri,
per quem omnia facta sunt.
Et incarnatus est de Spiritu sancto ex Maria virgine,
et homo factus est.
Crucifixus etiam pro nobis sub Pontio Pilato, passus, et sepultus est.
Et resurrexit tertia die secundum Scripturas.
Et ascendit in coelum, sedet ad dexteram Patris.
Et iterum venturus est cum gloria judicare vivos et mortuos,
cujus regni non erit finis.
Et in Spiritum sanctum, Dominum et vivificantem,
qui ex Patre et Filio simul adoratur et conglorificatur;
qui locutus est per Prophetas.
Et unam, sanctam, catholicam, et apostolicam Ecclesiam.
Confiteor unum baptisma in remissionem peccatorum.
Et expecto resurrectionem mortuorum, et vitam venturi saeculi. Amen.


Edit: Kaltia, love RobZombie!! [img]graemlins/thumbsup.gif[/img] His lyrics are just too corny though, they always make me laugh

[ 05-21-2003, 09:30 AM: Message edited by: Melusine ]

[Madman-Rogovich]

Originally posted by Kaltia: Rob Zombie, Dragula, off the Matrix 1 soundtrack [img]smile.gif[/img] . I'm developing an interest in thumping rock/dance and Marilyn Manson. The guy is f***ed up

You Should Check out The Unremixed Rob Zombie & White Zombie its even more awsome.

[Zarr]

Here's my favorite lyric from the rather f***ed up Trent Reznor-

the clouds will part and the sky cracks open
and god himself will reach his f***ing arm
through
just to push you down
just to hold you down
stuck in this hole with the s**t and the p**s
and it's hard to believe it could come down to this
back at the beginning
sinking
spinning

Cheerful chap . The band are Nine Inch Nails.

p.s good thread FelixJaegar [img]graemlins/thumbsup.gif[/img] . And Kaltia if you like Marilyn Manson and Rob Zombie I recommend you try listening to Nine Inch Nails if you haven't already(similar type of thing and very good). I would recommend the album "The Downward Spiral" .

[Stormymystic]

hmmm my favorite lyrics? had to think along time on that one, but (and do not laugh) is From Brian Adams

Look into my eyes, you wil see what you mean to me, search your heart, search your soul, and when you find me there you'll search no more, don't tell me it's not worth dying for, I can't help it there's nothng I want more, everything I do, oh I do it for you [img]smile.gif[/img]

[Mouse]

I rather like:-

As Heaven is Wide by Garbage

Nothing that you say will release you
Nothing that you pray would forgive you
Nothing's what your words mean to me
Something that you did will destroy you
Something that you said will stay with me
Long after you're dead and gone

If flesh could crawl my skin would fall
From off my bones and run away from here
As far from God, as heaven is wide
As far from God, as angels can fly

If holy is as holy does
his house will burn straight down to hell
And take its conscience with it as it falls
Nothing said could change the fact
My trust was blind, you broke the pact
If God's my witness, God must be blind

If flesh could crawl my skin would fall
From off my bones and run away from here
As far from God, as heaven is wide
As far from God, as angels can fly

Take it back, I dare you, take it back
No you can't, you should have thought of that
What's inside a man that goes so wrong?
Choke on guilt that's far too good for you
Say one word, I'll laugh and bury you
And leave you in the place where you left me

If flesh could crawl my skin would fall
From off my bones and run away from here,
As far from God, as heaven is wide
As far from God, as angels can fly

I wish I could fly
As angels can fly
I wish...

[Chewbacca]

...Contempararie Reggea Stylie Irie...

"With My Own Two Hands"
2003
By Ben Harper from the album "Diamonds On The Inside"

I can change the world
with my own two hands
make a better place
with my own two hands
make a kinder place
with my own two hands
with my own,
with my own two hands

I can make peace on earth
with my own two hands
I can clean up the earth
with my own two hands
I can reach out to you
with my own two hands
with my own,
with my own two hands

Im gonna make it a brighter place
I'm gonna make it a safer place
I'm gonna help the human race
with my own,
with my own two hands

I can hold you
with my own two hands
I can comfort you
with my own two hands
but you gotta use
use your own two hands
Use your own,
use your own two hands

With our own,
with our own two hands
with my own
with my own two hands


[ 05-21-2003, 10:27 AM: Message edited by: Chewbacca ]

[Mouse]

Also

Piss Factory by Patti Smith

Sixteen and time to pay off
I got this job in a piss factory inspecting pipe
Forty hours thirty-six dollars a week
But it's a paycheck, Jack.
It's so hot in here, hot like Sahara
You could faint in the heat
But these bitches are just too lame to understand
Too goddamned grateful to get this job
To know they're getting screwed up the ass
All these women they got no teeth or gum or cranium
And the way they suck hot sausage
But me well I wasn't sayin' too much neither
I was moral school girl hard-working asshole
I figured I was speedo motorcycle
I had to earn my dough, had to earn my dough
But no you gotta, you gotta [relate, babe,]
You gotta find the rhythm within
Floor boss slides up to me and he says
"Hey sister, you just movin' too fast,
You screwin' up the quota,
You doin' your piece work too fast,
Now you get off your mustang sally
You ain't goin' nowhere, you ain't goin' nowhere."
I lay back. I get my nerve up. I take a swig of Romilar
And walk up to hot shit Dot Hook and I say
"Hey, hey sister it don't matter whether I do labor fast or slow,
There's always more labor after."
She's real Catholic, see. She fingers her cross and she says
"There's one reason. There's one reason.
You do it my way or I push your face in.
We knee you in the john if you don't get off your get off your mustang Sally,
If you don't shake it up baby." Shake it up, baby. Twist & shout"
Oh that I could will a radio here. James Brown singing
"I Lost Someone" or the Jesters and the Paragons
And Georgie Woods the guy with the goods and Guided Missiles ...
But no, I got nothin', no diversion, no window,
Nothing here but a porthole in the plaster, in the plaster,
Where I look down, look at sweet Theresa's convent
All those nurses, all those nuns scattin' 'round
With their bloom hoods like cats in mourning.
Oh to me they, you know, to me they look pretty damn free down there
Down there not having crystal smooth
Not having to smooth those hands against hot steel
Not having to worry about the [inspeed] the dogma the [inspeed] of labor
They look pretty damn free down there,
And the way they smell, the way they smell
And here I gotta be up here smellin' Dot Hook's midwife sweat
I would rather smell the way boys smell--
Oh those schoolboys the way their legs flap under the desks in study hall
That odor rising roses and ammonia
And way their dicks droop like lilacs
Or the way they smell that forbidden acrid smell
But no I got, I got pink clammy lady in my nostril
Her against the wheel me against the wheel
Oh slow motion inspection is drivin' me insane
In steel next to Dot Hook -- oh we may look the same--
Shoulder to shoulder sweatin' 110 degrees
But I will never faint, I will never faint
They laugh and they expect me to faint but I will never faint
I refuse to lose, I refuse to fall down
Because you see it's the monotony that's got to me
Every afternoon like the last one
Every afternoon like a rerun next to Dot Hook
And yeah we look the same
Both pumpin' steel, both sweatin'
But you know she got nothin' to hide
And I got something to hide here called desire
I got something to hide here called desire
And I will get out of here--
You know the fiery potion is just about to come
In my nose is the taste of sugar
And I got nothin' to hide here save desire
And I'm gonna go, I'm gonna get out of here
I'm gonna get out of here, I'm gonna get on that train,
I'm gonna go on that train and go to New York City
I'm gonna be somebody, I'm gonna get on that train, go to New York City,
I'm gonna be so bad I'm gonna be a big star and I will never return,
Never return, no, never return, to burn out in this piss factory
And I will travel light.
Oh, watch me now.