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BlackWatch
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Basically post your favourite lyrics, either in part or as a whole song, that you feel are exceptionally funny, imaginative or well written. I'm not looking to read Wannabe by the Spice Girls, I want to see lyrics we don't hear on the radio four times every hour, but those that are unique and stand out from the crowd. I'll start. Banditos by The Refreshments off their album Fizzy, Fuzzy, Big and Buzzy: So just how far down do you want to go
And we could talk it out over a cup of joe
And you could look deep into my eyes
Like I was a super-model
Uh-huh
Well, it's you and me baby no one else we can trust
We'll say nothin' to no one no how or we bust
And never crack a smile
Or flinch or cry for nobody
Uh-uh
Chorus:
Well give your I'd card to the border guard
Yeah, your alias says you're Captain Jean-Luc Picard
Of the United Federation of Planets
'Cause he won't speak English anyway
Everybody knows
That the world is full of stupid people
So meet me at the mission at midnight
We'll divvy up there
Everybody knows
That the world is full of stupid people
Well I got the pistol so I'll keep the Pesos
Yeah and that seems fair
So put the sugar in the tank of the sheriff's car
And slash the deputy's tires and they won't get very far
When they finally get the word
That there's been a hold-up uh-huh
Chorus
Solo
Chorus
2nd Solo
(outro)  Basically the song is about a bunch of guys down in Mexico that hold up a bank and then the leader screws them over by taking all the money for himself instead of divvying it up like they planned. I'm not sure if just posting the lyrics does the song justice so I highly suggest finding the song and listening to it. Thinking now I'm not sure how well this thread will work without knowing how the song goes... At any rate let's try. |
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« Last Edit: July 29, 2009, 08:31:44 PM by Hicks »
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Kick Ass!
The FUGS - CIA Man
Who can kill a general in his bed?
Overthrow dictators if they're Red?
Fucking-a man!
CIA Man!
Who can buy a government so cheap?
Change a cabinet without a squeak?
Fucking-a man!
CIA Man!
Who can train guerrillas by the dozens?
Send them out to kill their untrained cousins?
Fucking-a man!
CIA Man!
Who can get a budget that's so great?
Who will be the 51st state?
Who has got the secret-est Service?
The one that makes the other Service nervous?
Fucking-a man!
CIA Man!
Who can take the sugar from its sack
Pour in LSD and put it back?
Fucking-a man!
CIA Man!
Who can mine the harbors Nicaragua?
Out hit all the hitmen of Chicag-ua.
Fucking-a man!
CIA Man!
Who can be so overtly covert?
Sometimes even covertly overt.
Fucking-a man!
CIA Man!
Who's the agency well-known to God?
The one that copped his staff and copped his rod?
Fucking-a man! CIA Man!
Fucking-a man! CIA Man!
Fucking-a man! CIA Man!
CIA Man! CIA Man!
CIA Man! CIA Man!
CIA Man!
C I A
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BlackWatch
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Noice!
That really reminds me of a song that Ministry would have wrote...
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"Two Shaves and a Shine" by Nurse With Wound
In little sunrise of goblin eyes,
I watch the coupling of the flies.
Under waving trees and bumble bees
I strain to amputate my knees.
With cockroach cutters made of mutton,
My eyes gleam green as moss jade buttons.
I will not wake from childish dreams –
I cannot bear to catch the screams.
I cannot bear to catch the screams
Of bugs impacting on windshield screens.
I shave my tab with turquoise sickle,
From its stub the fishes trickle.
My stunted fingers, piss-stained knuckles,
Clogged with blood, start to buckle.
Murdered turtles, mildew, moss,
Dead pets in gardens – I’m the boss!
My smile is wide in seas of cider,
Pull your teeth with geese and spiders,
Cup these jaws in my hand,
Make them jig in globs of sand.
I write these words to pass the time,
And stay alive – two shaves and shine
– And block out the sound of chickens’ wails,
Defeathering them on beds of nails.
Yeah.
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GG Allin - One Man Army
Look out world, I'm a submachine gun for you
Shooting out bullets, gonna kill you too
Jumping up and down, screaming in the night
Taking orders from the man's gonna drive me wild
Well I'm a one man army, baby, that's all I need
I'm a one man army, baby, and I shoot bullets in the street
A one man bullet, I'm shooting the army down
I take no orders and I kill everyone I don't want around
Well I'm shooting up every night at ten
You best believe that it ain't gonna happen again
Gonna go out in the street, put my submachine down
Them bullets are flying, laying people on the ground
Well I'm a one man army, baby, that's all I need
I'm a one man army, baby, and I shoot bullets in the street
A one man bullet, I'm shooting the army down
I take no orders and I kill everyone I don't want around
Well I'm a one man army, baby, that's all I need
I'm a one man army, baby, and I shoot bullets in the street
A one man bullet, I'm shooting the army down
I take no orders and I kill everyone I don't want around
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BlackWatch
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Sweet! Good one's guys.
Here's another from The Refreshments:
Blue Collar Suicide
Well I guess I could have run away
When I saw that look in her eyes
But she brought me to my knees
Before I had time to realize
But I wished I'd never turned
To see her smile at me
But she lured me to her lair
With all the things she promised me
And if I could ...
You know I would .. Run away
Right Now!!
I can't sleep cause she snores like a chain saw
And I can't eat cause she can't cook
I can't write cause she's got all my inspiration
And she can't count all the pills I took
She threw a leash around my neck
And started spending all my money
I ate her cooking night and day
Even though I thought it tasted funny
She's got me locked inside her house
Days and nights and holidays
No escape was to be found
I tried a thousand billion ways
And if I could ...
You know I would ..
Run away
Right Now!!
I can't sleep cause she snores like a chain saw
And I can't eat cause she can't cook
I can't write cause she's got all my inspiration
And she can't count all the pills I took
All the pills I took
All the pills I took
All the pills I took
All the pills I took
All the pills I took
Well I guess I could have run away
When I saw that look in her eyes
But she brought me to my knees
Before I had time to realize
But I wished I'd never turned
To see she smiled at me
But she lured me to here lair
With all the things she promised me
And if I could ...
You know I would ..
Run away
Right Now!!
I can't sleep cause she snores like a chain saw
And I can't eat cause she can't cook
I can't write cause she's got all my inspiration
And she can't count all the pills I took
I can't sleep cause she snores like a chain saw
And I can't eat cause she can't cook
I can't write cause she's got all my inspiration
And she can't count all the pills I took
All the pills I took
All the pills I took
All the pills I took
All the pills I took
All the pills I took
P.S. Mental note - schedule therapy for CompanyMan.
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A few songs...
"Six Six Sixties" by Throbbing Gristle:
I am one of the injured
A tear blurs flesh
Dissolving
Like an injured dog
Like wasted limbs
Get smaller
Pain is the stimulus of pain
But then of course nothing is cured
This is the world now
Move a fin and the world turns
Sit in a chair and pictures change
Try to eat us
And get trapped
Or injured
Just
"Madmen" by Dome:
Oh poor guy
Crazy guy
Won't cry
Madmen
It's hard to pretend
That they're madmen
[spoken]
Fuck!
Anybody touch these fucking bags,
I'll cut their fucking head off with a fucking axe!
I'll fucking piss on it!
"Long Lost Life" by Dome:
Every box we know, every dying cell
Every broken vein has a tale to tell
His body shrieks, his colour goes
Water trickles where blood used to flow
Will he reach Nirvana? He examines his years
And slowly the long lost life appears
Memories correct for a lost soul
He was slow enough to pass through an endless life
There's a black shape growing inside
There's a black shape growing inside
Inside, there's a black shape growing inside
Outside, there's a white shape dying outside
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Hank Williams Jr. - Country Boy Can Survive
The preacher man says it’s the end of time,
And the Mississippi River she’s a goin’ dry,
The interest is up and the Stock Markets down,
And you only get mugged,
If you go down town...
I live back in the woods, you see,
A woman and the kids, and the dogs and me,
I got a shotgun rifle and a 4-wheel drive,
And a country boy can survive,
Country folks can survive...
I can plow a field all day long,
I can catch catfish from dusk till dawn,
We make our own whiskey and our own smoke too,
Ain’t too many things these ole boys can’t do,
We grow good ole tomatoes and homemade wine,
And a country boy can survive,
Country folks can survive...
Because you can’t starve us out,
And you cant makes us run,
Cause one-of- ‘em old boys raisin ole shotgun,
And we say grace and we say Ma’am,
And if you ain’t into that we don’t give a damn...
We came from the West Virginia coalmines,
And the Rocky Mountains and the and the western skies,
And we can skin a buck; we can run a trot-line,
And a country boy can survive,
Country folks can survive...
I had a good friend in New York City,
He never called me by my name, just hillbilly,
My grandpa taught me how to live off the land,
And his taught him to be a businessman,
He used to send me pictures of the Broadway nights,
And I’d send him some homemade wine...
But he was killed by a man with a switchblade knife,
For 43 dollars my friend lost his life,
Id love to spit some beechnut in that dudes eyes,
And shoot him with my old .45,
Cause a country boy can survive,
Country folks can survive...
Cause you can’t starve us out and you can’t make us run,
Cause one-of- ‘em old boys raisin ole shotgun,
And we say grace and we say Ma’am,
And if you ain’t into that we don’t give a damn...
We’re from North California and south Alabam'...
And little towns all around this land,
And we can skin a buck; we can run a trot-line,
And a country boy can survive,
Country folks can survive...
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P.S. Mental note - schedule therapy for CompanyMan.
Just now figuring this one out? |
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Let's just say it just got bumped to the top of the list.  |
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Between me and mal, and others... This thread will be epic!
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I hope so. I've got to beat Rusty's 1000 page Last Movie You Watched thread. I'm gunnin' for you attention whore!  |
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The only way that will happen is if you crush him as your enemy, see him driven before you, and return to hear the lamentation of his women...
... or ban him!
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Standing in my yard
Where they tore down the garage
To make room for the torn down garage.
A Self Called Nowhere - TMBG (excerpt)
I think there's something in that for all of us.
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Jimi Hendrix ( First of Many - but my favorite! ) - Voodoo Child ( Slight Return )
Well, I stand up next to a mountain...
And I chop it down with the edge of my hand
Well, I stand up next to a mountain...
Chop it down with the edge of my hand
Well, I pick up all the pieces and make an island...
Might even raise just a little sand
'Cause I'm a voodoo child...
Lord knows I'm a voodoo child
I didn't mean to take you up all your sweet time...
I'll give it right back to you one of these days
I said, I didn't mean to take you up all your sweet time...
I'll give it right back to you one of these days
And if I don't meet you no more in this world...
Then I'll, I'll meet you in the next one
And don't be late, don't be late...
'Cause I'm a voodoo child
Lord knows I'm a voodoo child...
I'm a voodoo child...
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