Favorite song lyrics. (Page 1 of 2)

'Shaggy, are you in there?'
'I'm, uh, uh busy right now, I've got''
'Oh my God!'
'Ughhhhh'

Oh No! Mommy came in and she caught me one-handed
Dreamin' about the girl next door
Picture this I was workin' that gherkin
Shoulda' locked that bedroom door
How could I get caught while was I pickin'up a pound of meat?
All this time she was standin' there
I'm polishing my good friend Pete

When you are young man you need a little thrilla
Keep a dirty magazine underneath your pilla
You never admit when you tenderize your steak
Or when you been wrestling with a one-eyed snake

A box a Kleenex on the counter
I was in heat
A tube of lotion on the sofa
To beat my meat
Hear my breathing getting louder
I was in heat
All the sudden it was over

Mommy came in and she caught me one handed
Lookin' for the unicorn
'Mom, geez!'
Picture this I had roped that pony
Had him in a tug of war
How could I be casual while the General salutes my feet?
And the bishop he was standin' there shiverin' for lack of heat
'Come on, lil' fella'
Can you tell that I am embarrassed for that shame that I caused?
So that purple headed warrior will have to be flogged

When you start to stimulatin' your little fella'
You're strokin' that bat like a young Lou Piniella
You'll never get a real woman, ain't no way
But you can play choke it with the chicken all day

Mommy came in and she caught me one-handed
Dreamin' about the girl next door
Picture this I was working that gherkin
Shoulda' locked that bedroom door
How could I get caught while was I pickin' up a pound of meat?
All this time she was standin' there
I'm polishing my good friend Pete

Sweating Bullets....

Hello me... Meet the real me
And my misfit's way of life
A dark black past is my
Most valued possession

Hindsight is always 20-20
Looking back it's still a bit fuzzy
Speak of mutually assured destruction?
Nice story... Tell it to Reader's Digest!

Feeling paranoid
True enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me, and
My air is getting thin

I'm in trouble for the things
I haven't got to yet
I'm chomping at the bit
And my palms are getting wet
Sweating bullets...

Hello me... It's me again
You can subdue, but never tame me
It gives me a migraine headache
Thinking down to your level

Yeah, just keep on thinking it's my fault
And stay an inch or two outta kicking distance
Mankind has got to know
His limitations

Feeling claustrophobic
Like the walls are closing in
Blood stains on my hands
And I don't know where I've been

I'm in trouble for the things
I haven't got to yet
I'm sharpening the ax
And my palms are getting wet
Sweating bullets...

Well, me... it's nice talking to myself
A credit to dementia
Someday you too will know my pain
And smile it's blacktooth grin
If the war inside my head
Won't take a day off I'll be dead
My icy fingers claw your back
Here I come again

Feeling paranoid
True enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is getting thin

Feeling claustrophobic,
Like the walls are closing in
Blood stains on my hands and
I don't know where I've been

Once you committed me
Now you've acquitted me
Claiming validity
For your stupidity

I'm chomping at the bit
I'm sharpening the ax
Oh, here I come again, whoa!
Sweating bullets...

Give me a second,
I need to get my story straight
My friend's are in the bathroom getting higher than the Empire State
My lover she's waiting for me just across the bar
My seat's been taken by some sunglasses asking about a
scar, and
I know I gave it to you months ago
I know you're trying to forget
But between the drinks and subtle things
The holes in my apologies
You know I'm trying hard to take it back
So if by the time the bar closes
And you feel like falling down
I'll carry you home

Tonight
We are young
So let's set the world on fire
We can burn brighter than the sun

Tonight
We are young
So let's set the world on fire
We can burn brighter than the sun

Now I know it I'm not
All that you got
I guess that I, I just thought
Maybe we could find new ways to fall apart
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But our friends are back
So let's raise a cup
'Cause I found someone to carry me home

Tonight
We are young
So let's set the world on fire
We can burn brighter than the sun

Tonight
We are young
So let's set the world on fire
We can burn brighter than the sun
Carry me home tonight
Just carry me home tonight
Carry me home tonight
Just carry me home tonight
The world is on my side
I have no reason to run
So will someone come and carry me ho,me

Tonight
We are young
So let's set the world on fire
We can burn brighter than the sun

Tonight
We are young
So let's set the world on fire
We can burn brighter than the sun

So if by the time the bar closes
And you feel like falling down
I'll carry you home tonight

There’s a place that I’ve found
As far as I can see
This place lies within
The depths of my dreams
In a garden surrounded
By fire and trees
Through the smoke a silhouette I can barely see
There’s a man with an axe
Standing in the rain

Looked me straight in my eyes
This is what he had to say

Never fall asleep
You won’t wake up
Destroy the guillotine
Before he does

I walk with shadows
(you have to find a better way)
I walk with shadows
(the questions I will never say)
Hiding from the gallows
(they keep me safe and sound)
So I walk in shadows
(the ways of burning down this house)

End transmission
The satellites are down
I need an earthquake
To shake this pity
OFF THE GROUND

Just don’t trust these liars at the door
(you have to find a better way)
Kill the ones that have these answers for
(the questions I will never say)

Never fall asleep
You won’t wake up
Destroy the guillotine
Before he does

I walk with shadows
(you have to find a better way)
I walk with shadows
(the questions I will never say)
Hiding from the gallows
(they keep me safe and sound)
So I walk in shadows
(the ways of burning down this house)

End transmission
The satellites are down
I need an earthquake
To shake this pity
Off the ground

All the vibrant colors I see
And the shades that fill the grey

Pain
The pain
Pain
The pain
Pain the pain
Pain
[x2]

Hiding from the gallows
(you have to find a better way)
I walk with shadows
(the questions I will never say)
Hiding from the gallows
(they keep me safe and sound)
So I walk in shadows
(the ways of burning down this house)

ESCAPE THE FATE - MY APOCALYPSE LYRICS

I gotta go with "Down Under" by Men at Work (how can you not love a song that has a guy from Brussels giving someone a vegemite sandwhich?  I guess things work differently down in Australia):

Traveling in a fried-out combie
On a hippie trail, head full of zombie
I met a strange lady, she made me nervous
She took me in and gave me breakfast
And she said,

"Do you come from a land down under?
Where women glow and men plunder?
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?
You better run, you better take cover."

Buying bread from a man in Brussels
He was six-foot-four and full of muscles
I said, "Do you speak-a my language?"
He just smiled and gave me a vegemite sandwich
And he said,

"I come from a land down under
Where beer does flow and men chunder
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?
You better run, you better take cover."

Lyin' in a den in Bombay
With a slack jaw, and not much to say
I said to the man, "Are you trying to tempt me
Because I come from the land of plenty?"
And he said,

"Do you come from a land down under?
Where women glow and men plunder?
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?
You better run, you better take cover."
Yeah!

Living in a land down under
Where women glow and men plunder
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?
You better run, you better take cover!

Living in a land down under
Where women glow and men plunder
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?
You better run, you better take cover!

Atreyu
Storm To Pass lyrics
Razor wire
Gift wraps the things we've done
Afterthoughts
Of past storms weathered before

Oh, no! Oh, no!
I watch the clouds roll in
Oh, no! Oh, no!
It's happening again

I'll be watching, waiting
Dreadful, shaking
Will the storm pass over us today?
Will lighting strike our sins away?
Watching
Waiting
Falling
Shaking
Will the storm pass over us today?
Or is the future looking grey?

Aftermath
Much worse then it was before
Battle scars
Some are seen and some are not

Oh, no! Oh, no!
I watch the clouds roll in
Oh, no! Oh, no!
It's happening again

I'll be watching, waiting
Dreadful, shaking
Will the storm pass over us today?
Will lighting strike our sins away?
Watching
Waiting
Falling
Shaking
Will the storm pass over us today?
Or is the future looking grey?

You can't hide from thunder
And I never thought
We'd turn out this way
You can't hide from thunder

Watching, waiting
Dreadful, shaking
Will the storm pass over us today?
Will lighting strike our sins away?
Watching
Waiting
Falling
Shaking
Will the storm pass over us today?
Or is the future looking grey?

Last edited by A Lost Boy (2012-10-07 00:54:31)

Metallica-

"Welcome Home (Sanitarium)"

Welcome to where time stands still
No one leaves and no one will
Moon is full, never seems to change
Just labeled mentally deranged
Dream the same thing every night
I see our freedom in my sight
No locked doors, No windows barred
No things to make my brain seem scarred

Sleep my friend and you will see
That dream is my reality
They keep me locked up in this cage
Can't they see it's why my brain says Rage

Sanitarium, leave me be
Sanitarium, just leave me alone

Build my fear of what's out there
And cannot breathe the open air
Whisper things into my brain
Assuring me that I'm insane
They think our heads are in their hands
But violent use brings violent plans
Keep him tied, it makes him well
He's getting better, can't you tell?

No more can they keep us in
Listen, damn it, we will win
They see it right, they see it well
But they think this saves us from our hell

Sanitarium, leave me be
Sanitarium, just leave me alone
Sanitarium, just leave me alone

Fear of living on
Natives getting restless now
Mutiny in the air
Got some death to do
Mirror stares back hard
Kill, it's such a friendly word
Seems the only way
For reaching out again.

Possibly my favourite ev song other than imaginary and before the dawn.

Never Gonna Stop
Give it up, such a dirty mind
I always get it up
for the Touch of the younger kind
My My My I I WHOO!
M-m-m My Sharona.

Seriously though, I play guitar...I don't pay attention to the lyrics...

^^^ I was in Korea for Operation Team Spirit in '93.  Six of us crowded into a cab the size of a Gremlin and drove around Tongduchon, and that was the only song the cabbie had on his tape deck.  Must have played 12, 13 times straight, and he sang along to it each time.  It's funny as hell listening to a Korean trying to sing like a German singing in English.

That same cabbie also almost got us all killed passing a van on the road, but that's another story.

Frank Kelly(Father Jack Hacket)
Day One

Dear Nuala,
Thank you very much for your lovely present of a partridge in a pear-tree. We’re getting the hang of feeding the partridge now, although it was difficult at first to win its confidence. It bit the mother rather badly on the hand but they’re good friends now and we’re keeping the pear-tree indoors in a bucket. Thank you again.
Yours affectionately,
Gobnait O’Lúnasa

Day Two

Dear Nuala,
I cannot tell you how surprised we were to hear from you so soon again and to receive your lovely present of two turtle doves. You really are too kind. At first the partridge was very jealous and suspicious of the doves and they had a terrible row the night the doves arrived. We had to send for the vet but the birds are okay again and the stitches are due to some out in a week or two. The vet’s bill was £8 but the mother is over her annoyance now and the doves and the partridge are watching the telly from the pear-tree as I write.
Yours ever,
Gobnait

Day Three

Dear Nuala,
We must be foremost in your thoughts. I had only posted my letter when the three French hens arrived. There was another sort-out between the hens and the doves, who sided with the partridge, and the vet had to be sent for again. The mother was raging because the bill was £16 this time but she has almost cooled down. However, the fact that the birds’ droppings keep falling down on her hair whilen she’s watching the telly, doesn’t help matters. Thanking you for your kindness.
I remain,
Your Gobnait

Day Four

Dear Nuala,
You mustn’t have received my last letter when you were sending us the four calling birds. There was pandemonium in the pear-tree again last night and the vet’s bill was £32. The mother is on sedation as I write. I know you meant no harm and remain your close friend.
Gobnauit

Day Five

Nuala,
Your generosity knows no bounds. Five gold rings ! When the parcel arrived I was scared stiff that it might be more birds, because the smell in the living-room is atrocious. However, I don’t want to seem ungrateful for the beautiful rings.
Your affectionate friend,
Gobnait

Day Six

Nuala,
What are you trying to do to us ? It isn’t that we don’t appreciate your generosity but the six geese have not alone nearly murdered the calling birds but they laid their eggs on top of the vet’s head from the pear-tree and his bill was £68 in cash ! My mother is munching 60 grains of Valium a day and talking to herself in a most alarming way. You must keep your feelings for me in check.
Gobnait

Day Seven

Nuala,
We are not amused by your little joke. Seven swans-a-swimming is a most romantic idea but not in the bath of a private house. We cannot use the bathroom now because they’ve gone completely savage and rush the door every time we try to enter. If things go on this way, the mother and I will smell as bad as the living-room carpet. Please lay off. It is not fair.
Gobnait

Day Eight

Nuala,
Who the hell do you think gave you the right to send eight, hefty maids-a-milking here, to eat us out of house and home ? Their cattle are all over the front lawn and have trampled the hell out of the mother’s rose-beds. The swans invaded the living-room in a sneak attack and the ensuing battle between them and the calling birds, turtle doves, French hens and partridge make the Battle of the Somme seem like Wanderly Wagon. The mother is on a bottle of whiskey a day, as well as the sixty grains of Valium. I’m very annoyed with you.
Gobnait

With his fool's gold stacked up all around him
From a killing in the market on the war
The children left King Midas there, as they found him
In his counting house where nothing counts but more

[Chorus:]
And he thought he heard the echo of a penny whistle band
And the laughter from a distant caravan
And the brightly painted line of circus wagons in the sand
Fading through the door into summer

With his travel logs of 'maybe next year' places
As a trade-in for a name upon the door
And he pays for every year he cannot buy back with his tears
As he finds out there's been no one keeping score

[Chorus]