Random Lyric Thread

[captainsunshine]

One day about 25 years from now

When we've all grown cold from wondering how

Oh, we'll all sit down at the city dump

And talk about the Goodle days

Oh, you'll pass a joint and I'll pass the wine

And anything good from down the line

Alot of good things went down one time

Back in the Goodle days

And the good old days are past and gone

Alot of good people have done gone on

That's my life when I sing this song about

Back in the Goodle days

Sometimes I like to think that we're almost done

And there ain't nothing left we can figure out

And I guess it must have seemed alot more like that

Back in the Goodle days

But when you gotta go, you gotta go

There's always somebody don't you know

Hangin' round sayin' "Well, I told you so"

Back in the Goodle days

Oh we'll all join hands and we'll gather round

When that old guitar starts to make that sound

Alot of good things went down downtown

Back in the Goodle days

Squeezin' love with the people that we hadn't even met

Out for anything we could get

Oh we did it then and we'll do it yet

Back in the Goodle days

And the good old days are past and gone

Alot of good people have done gone on

That's my life when I sing this song about

Back in the Goodle days

[captainsunshine]

Up on the Blue Ridge mountain, there I'll take my stand

Up on the Blue Ridge mountain, there I'll take my stand

A rifle on my shoulder, six-shooter in my hand

Lord, Lord, I've been all around this world

Lulu, my Lulu, come and open the door

Lulu, my Lulu, come and open the door

Before I have to walk on in with my old forty-four

Lord, I've been all around this world

Mama and papa, little sister makes three

Mama and papa, little sister makes three

They're coming in the morning, that's the last you'll see of me

Lord, lord, I've been all around this world

Hang me, oh hang me, so I'll be dead and gone

Hang me, oh hang me, so I'll be dead and gone

I wouldn't mind your hanging boys, but you wait in jail so long

Lord, I've been all around this world

Up on the Blue Ridge mountain, there I'll take my stand

Up on the Blue Ridge mountain, there I'll take my stand

A rifle on my shoulder, six-shooter in my hand

Lord, Lord, I've been all around this world

[phorbesie]

Patience runs out on the junkie

The dark side hires another soul

Did he steal his fate or earn it

Was he force-fed, did he learn it

Whatever happened to his precious self control

Like him I'm tired of trying to heal

This tom-cat heart with which I'm blessed

Is destruction loving's twin

Must I choose to lose or win

Maybe when my turn comes I will have guessed

These are the horns of the dilemma

What truth is proof against all lies

When sacred fails before profane

The wisest man is deemed insane

Even the purest of romantics compromise

What fixation feeds this fever

As the full moon pales and climbs

Am I living truth or rank deceiver

Am I the victim or the crime

Am I the victim or the crime

Am I the victim or the crime

Or the crime

And so I wrestle with the angel

To see who'll reap the seeds I sow

Am I the driver or the driven

Will I be damned to be forgiven

Is there anybody here but me who needs to know

What it is to face this fever

As the full moon pales and climbs

Am I living truth or rank deceiver

Am I the victim or the crime

Am I the victim or the crime

Am I the victim or the crime

Or the crime

[djmelbatoast]

My baby told me darlin'

If you can't get a pardon

Better get a parole

I told her I'd be out by mornin'

When the sun is down

And when the money roles

Ooooeeee

That gal's the gal for me

She loves me tenderly

I walk with my brand new slacks

And my hair slicked back

Down to Donny's pier

Donny wants me to buy him a bottle

But I spent all my money

On a chandelier

All for

My loving gal Lenore

Who loves the elderly

A bottle of scotch

A dime sack and a diamond watch

Wouldn't you like that

A bottle of gin

A typewriter and a violin

Wouldn't you like that

Ooooeeee

That gal's the gal for me

She loves me tenderly

I left my blue-eyed lady

And went wit Tony Mercedes

To the gambling ring

I lost my diamond watch

But in the parking lot

I got it back again

Ah man

You've got to understand

She loves me tenderly

A bottle of scotch

A dime sack and a diamond watch

Wouldn't you like that

A bottle of gin

A typewriter and a violin

Wouldn't you like that

A sunny day

A shotgun and a Chevrolet

Wouldn't you like that

A painted scene

Of horses on a city green

Wouldn't you like that

A microwave

A pill box and the Jack of Spades

Wouldn't you like that

[bradm]

Well I can saw

A woman in two

But you won't want to look

In the box when I'm through

I can make love

And disappear

For my next trick

I'll need a volunteer

Aloha,

Brad

[SmoothedShredder]

She took me off my guard with disappointment

I got sucked inside of her apartment

Shes got dried-up flowers, flaky skin

A beaded necklace and a bottle of gin

Shes a nightmare hippy girl

With her skinny fingers fondlin my world

Shes a whimsical, tragical beauty

Self-conscious and a little bit moody

Its a new age let-down in my face

Shes so spaced out and there aint no space

Shes got marijuana on the bathroom tile

Im caught in a vortex, shes changin my style

Shes a nightmare hippy girl

With her skinny fingers fondlin my world

Shes a whimsical, tragical beauty

Uptight and a little bit snooty

... oh, oh, oh ...

Shes a magical, sparklin tease

Shes a rainbow chokin the breeze

Yo, shes bustin out onto the scene

With nightmare bogus poetry

Shes a melted avocado on the shelf

Shes the science of herself

Shes spazzing out on a cosmic level

And shes meditating with the devil

Shes cooking salad for breakfast

Shes got tofu the size of texas

Shes a witness to her own glory

Shes a never-ending story

Shes a frolicking depression

Shes a self-inflicted obsession

Shes got a thousand lonely husbands

Shes playin footsie in another dimension

Shes a goddess milking her time for all that its worth

[djmelbatoast]

Postcard from princess

Last cigarette St. Patrick

In a west-end Toronto

Polish bar backache

And I can't wait to see you

Can't wait to be alone

And I'll call you tomorrow

From Winnipeg, Saskatchewan

The drunken wine is keeping me from sleeping

It's changing the channels on my TV

And I've forgotten all the pretty lies

That used to come so easily to mind

And the stars aren't guiding us home

They're just dragging us backwards and forwards

Till dawn

Finish what you're doing

Oh and kiss me on the mouth

And call up all your friends

For a quiet night out

And this dance is no race

Death is no dream

And she's treating the jukebox

Like a washing machine

Shake me from this feeling

Oh and wake me from the couch

The words are so close

But I can't make them out

And this house is so quiet

This house is so still

When I told you that I love you

Always have and always will

And the stars aren't guiding us home

They're just dragging us backwards and forwards

Till dawn

[Esau.]

Burn my body in the nothern field

and let the wind blow the ashes around

Then you will know that my wounds have been healed

'cause Lord I'll be homeward bound

Let the flames warm your hands

let the glow light your way

These gifts to you I bestow

No one's listening don't bother to pray

if you do I'll never know

Up and up the smoke will roll

like a cloud of frightened crows

carry my not so immortal soul

up between the rows

Some words that are said can cut like a saw

and my ears nearly bled at the sound

I can't help prepare for the springtime thaw

'cause Lord I'll be homeward bound

When frost turns to flowers and they all start to bloom

and there's nothing left to hold

tip one back and sing me a tune

and never let the fire grow cold

-W.E.W

[bradm]

If less is more

Then I've got everything

Aloha,

Brad

[Thorgnor]

Bass! How low can you go?

Death row! What a brother know?

Once again back it's the incredible,

the uncannable, D! Public Enemy number ONE!

Five-O said "Freeze!" and I got numb,

can I tell'em that "I really never had a gun,

it's just the wax that the Terminator X spun."

Now they got me in a cell

because a brother like me said "while,

Farrakhan's a prophet and I think you

oughty to listen to

what he can say to you

what you're gonna do is follow for now.

To hell with what the people say,

make a miracle!"

I'm the lyrical!

Black is back, fall in we're gonna win!

Check it out! Yeah y'all, come on!

Here we go again!

Turn it up!

Bring the noise!

[d_rawk]

Drinking in the morning sun

Blinking in the morning sun

Shaking off the heavy one

Heavy like a loaded gun

What made me behave that way?

Using words I never say

I can only think it must be love

Oh, anyway, it’s looking like a beautiful day

Someone tell me how I feel

It’s silly wrong but vivid right

Oh, kiss me like the final meal

Yeah, kiss me like we die tonight

Cause holy cow, I love your eyes

And only now I see the light

Yeah, lying with me half-awake

Oh, anyway, it’s looking like a beautiful day

When my face is chamois-creased

If you think I’ll wink, I did

Laugh politely at repeats

Yeah, kiss me when my lips are thin

Cause holy cow, I love your eyes

And only now I see you like

Yeah, lying with me half-awake

Stumbling over what to say

Well, anyway, it’s looking like a beautiful day

So throw those curtains wide!

One day like this a year’d see me right!

[nattyMatty]

First Kiss

She drove a big ol' Lincoln with suicide doors(1)

and a sewing machine in the back

And a light bulb that looked like an alligator egg

was mounted up front on the hood

And she had an Easter bonnet that had been signed by Tennessee Ernie Ford(2)

And she always had saw dust in her hair

And she cut two holes in the back of her dress

and she had these scapular wings

that were covered with feathers and electrical tape

And when she got good and drunk

she would sing about Elkheart, Indiana

Where the wind is strong and folks mind their own business

And she had at least a hundred old baseballs that she'd taken from kids

And she collected bones of all kinds

And she lived in a trailer under a bridge

And she made her own whiskey and gave cigarettes to kids

And she'd been struck by lightning seven or eight times

And she hated the mention of rain

And she made up her own language

and she wore rubber boots

And she could fix anything with string

And her lips were like cherries

And she was stronger than any man

And she smelled like gasoline and Rootbeer Fizz(3)

And she put mud on a bee sting I got at the creek

And she gave me my very first kiss

And she gave me my very first kiss

Talking 'bout my little Kathleen

She's just a fine young thing

Someday she'll wear my ring

My little Kathleen(4)

Written by: Tom Waits and Ken Nordine, 1991(5)

Published by: Jalma Music (ASCAP), © 1992/ 2006

Official release: Orphans (Bastards), (P) & © 2006 Anti Inc.

Previously released as part of "Thousand Bing Bangs", Devout Catalyst (Ken Nordine), Grateful Dead Productions Inc., 1992.

[djmelbatoast]

Find him

Bind him

Tie him to a pole and crush his

Fingers

To Splinters

Drag him to a hole until he

Wakes up

Naked

Clawing at the ceiling of his grave

Edited October 17, 2008 by Guest

[guigsy]

Many of us feel we walk alone without a friend

Never communicating with the one who lives within

Forgetting all about the one who never ever lets you down

And you can talk to him anytime hes always around

When you feel your lifes too hard

Just go have a talk with god

Well hes the only free psychiatrist thats known throughout the world

For solving the problems of all men, women, little boys and girls

When you feel your lifes too hard

Just go have a talk with god

[d_rawk]

So check this - I just read the Pitchfork review of the new Pavement reissue.

Stephen Malkumus is a genius, but let's face it, he's no Conor Oberst.

I'm just saying.

It's not 1994 anymore, duh. Did I show you my new mini skirt/leggings combo?

You know what they say: ugly IS the new hot.

I met her in the thrift shop bumping indie hip-hop

Calculator wrist watch, Shins t-shirt and flip-flops

Queen of the hipster scene, straight out of Vice Magazine

Social outcast at 16, but now she lives her BoHo Dream

She came from Omaha to Williamsburg

She loved Karen O and she had heard

That Brooklyn was the hipster mecca

Packed her bags with her friend Rebecca

Said she had a thing for broke dudes in bands

Who lived by Union or by Grand

So we went down to the Bedford Bar

And bought a six dollar PBR

Ezra. Go down Bedord, take a right on Metropolitan, then a right on Union,

and then you're here. Just text me when you get here okay?

Hipster girl

Cool by the numbers and she rocks my world

Knows all the indie bands you've never heard

She's my hipster girl

She thinks uncool stuff is mad cool, indie culture's fad rule

But cool stuff is uncool, right? That's why Friday's Jewel night

She reads books no one has read, laughs at jokes no one has said

So ironic with her taste, her whole life is cut and paste

It's a metrosexual romance, she wears my shirts and I wear her pants

We play dodge ball, kid sports are cool

Watching Spank Rock and McCarren Park Pool

She's my trust fund baby bohemian, her vegan humus keeps her thin,

I love my L-Train girl it's true, she always goes down on the weekends too

By the way, that pro-Bush shirt you're wearing is making me really uncomfortable,

you may be wearing it ironically, but that doesn't give you the license to be obnoxious - you

look like a hardcore fascist redneck!

Hipster girl

Cool by the numbers and she rocks my world

Knows all the indie bands you've never heard

She's my hipster girl

Donnie Darko makes no sense!

When did side-pony tails get cool again?

Your fixed-gear bike makes no sense!

I've been trying to do that dirty-chic thing, you know?

Donnie Darko makes no sense!

I am so BoHo right now

L train girls don't make sense (I don't get it, I don't get it!)

Hipster girl

Cool by the numbers and she rocks my world

Knows all the indie bands you've never heard

She's my hipster girl

Hipster girl

She's got her latte and some spoken word

Ironic statements on her vintage shirts

She's my hipster girl

I'll give it to you, Napoleon Dynamite was funny, but "Vote for Pedro" t-shirts at

Wal-Mart? What are they thinking. Wal-Mart is evil. Their health care is totally inadequate.

Didn't you see the screening of that Robert Greenwald movie at Pete's Candy Store? It was so sad.

What is with all of these hipsters taking over Williamsburg?

hear it here

[bradm]

I take my medicine on my knees

Twice a day, but lately three

It keeps the devil from my door

And it makes me rich, and it makes me poor

Aloha,

Brad

[bradm]

Well, I may not be crazy

But I got one Hell of a start

Somebody pick up the pieces

I think I'm fallin' apart

Aloha,

Brad

[Esau.]

Up the thirteen steps of the gallows walked the condemned man

And time passes very quickly when death is near

After having completed the first step, the condemned man knew there were but twelve left

Before he would meet death and his soul would leave his body

And after having completed the thirteen steps the condemned man was met by a giant cloaked figure

And with a quick flick of the wrist the man was dead

And his soul left his body and went down down down

To a place we laughingly refer to as hell

But none of us will ever go there because we're all far too groovy

The man's body was left to rot on the gallows

And a great multitude of black birds came and picked the man's corpse apart

Piece by piece

Limb by limb

Until nothing remained

And his blood melted into the ground below

The gallows was made from a tree created by God

The man's blood dripped into the ground which was created by God

Even the giant cloaked figure which was the man's own end was created by God

Even the man's soul which went down was created by God

Even the black birds which picked the man's corpse apart were created by God

AND WHERE WAS GOD?

[d_rawk]

Fack it, nobody reads this thread but the people posting. It's cathartic. Here goes:

Some days I just wanna up and call it quits

I feel like I'm surrounded by a wall of bricks

Everytime I go to get up, I just fall in piss

My life's like one great big ball of shit

If I could just put it all into all I spit

Instead of always trying to swallow it

Instead of staring at this wall of shit

While I sit, writer's block, sick of all this shit

Can't call it shit, all I know is I'm about to hit the wall

If I have to see another one of her alcoholic fits

This is it, last straw, that's all, that's it

I ain't dealing with another fuckin' politic

I'm like a skillet bubbling until it filters up

I'm about to kill it, I can feel it building up

Blow this building up, I've concealed enough

My cup runneth over, I done filled it up,

The pen explodes and busts, ink spills my guts

You think all I do is stand here and feel my nuts,

Well I'm-a show you what, you gon' feel my rush,

You don't feel it, then it must be too real to touch,

Peel the Dutch, I'm about to tear shit up

Goosebumps, yeah, I'm-a make your hair sit up

Yeah sit up, I'm-a tell you who I be

I'm-a make you hate me, 'cause you ain't me

You wait, it ain't too late to finally see

What you closed-minded fucks were too blind to see

Whoever finds me's gonna get a finder's fee

Out this world, ain't no one out they mind as me

You need peace of mind? Here's a piece of mine

All I need's a line,

But sometimes I don't always find the words to rhyme

To express how I'm really feeling at that time, yeah

Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes

Just sometimes, it's always me

How dark can these hallways be?

The clock strikes midnight, one, two, then half past three

This half-assed rhyme, with this half-assed piece of paper,

I'm desperate at my desk

If I could just get the rest of this shit off my chest again

Stuck in a slump, can't think of nothing

Fuck I'm stumped, but wait, here comes something -

Nope, it's not good enough, scribble it out, new pad, crinkle it up and throw the shit out.

I'm fizzlin' now, thought I figured it out.

Ball's in my court, but I'm scared to dribble it out.

I'm afraid, but why am I afraid, why am I a slave to this trade?

Cyanide I spit to the grave, real enough to rile you up

Want me to flip it, I can rip it any style you want

I'm-a switch hitter bitch, Jimmy Smith ain't a quitter

I'm-a sit it here 'til I get enough of me to finally hit

A fucking boiling point, put some oil on your joints,

Flip the coin bitch, come get destroyed,

An MC's worst dream, I make 'em tense,

They hate me, see me and shake like a chain-link fence,

By the looks of 'em you would swear that jaws was comin',

By the screams of 'em, you would swear I'm sawin' someone,

By the way they running, you would swear the law was comin',

It's now or never, and tonight it's all or nothing,

Mama, Jimmy keeps leaving on us, he said he'd be back, "he pinky promised, I don't think he's honest" : I'll be back baby, I just gotta beat this clock.

Fuck this clock, I'm-a make 'em eat this watch,

Don't believe me? Watch, I'm-a win this race,

And I'm-a come back and rub my shit in your face, bitch!

I found my niche, you gonna hear my voice,

'Til you're sick of it, you ain't gonna have a choice, if I gotta scream till I have half a lung,

if I have half a chance I'll grab it.

Rabbit, run...