Outstanding lyrics - who knows some?

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  1. R.P. Kraul

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    This song is so damn good I had to include all the lyrics. Presumably, it's about Buddhism.

    Run a silent path to nowhere, everything is all
    You could have a pleasant life if Summer had no Fall
    Treat yourself so gently though the task is often hard
    Man is not a God it seems, who holds the final card
    Close your eyes and feel the darkness, speak and hear the sound,
    We only catch a glimpse of all the life that is around,
    The man is not alive who knows the value of his soul,
    And when our lives are pulled away, there's more to fill the hole

    I wonder what you'd think if all the changes didn't come,
    For growing old is only going back to where you're from

    Far beyond our senseless thoughts there lies a core of gold
    Where essence of the newborn child is waiting in the old,
    The Master Plan is well conceived, it's there for all to see
    And each day that is spent in thought is living harmony
    Reach into the depths of being, pass beyond the years,
    Time is lost in stillness, where there are no hopes and fears,
    Linger in the void, and like a beacon in the night
    Purity will fill your soul with ever-present light

    Everything you've seen is waiting patiently within
    For growing old is only going back to where you've been

    Kansas, Hymn to the Atman
     
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    "...That's right, it filets, it chops
    It dices, slices, never stops
    Lasts a lifetime, mows your lawn
    And it mows your lawn
    And it picks up the kids from school
    It gets rid of unwanted facial hair
    It gets rid of embarrassing age spots
    It delivers a pizza
    And it lengthens, and it strengthens
    And it finds that slipper that's been at large
    Under the chaise longe for several weeks
    And it plays a mean Rhythm Master
    It makes excuses for unwanted lipstick on your collar
    And it's only a dollar, step right up
    It's only a dollar, step right up

    'Cause it forges your signature.
    If not completely satisfied
    Mail back unused portion of product
    For complete refund of price of purchase
    Step right up
    Please allow thirty days for delivery
    Don't be fooled by cheap imitations
    You can live in it, live in it
    Laugh in it, love in it
    Swim in it, sleep in it
    Live in it, swim in it
    Laugh in it, love in it
    Removes embarrassing stains from contour sheets
    That's right
    And it entertains visiting relatives
    It turns a sandwich into a banquet
    Tired of being the life of the party?
    Change your shorts
    Change your life
    Change your life
    Change into a nine-year-old Hindu boy
    Get rid of your wife
    And it walks your dog, and it doubles on sax
    Doubles on sax, you can jump back Jack
    See you later alligator
    See you later alligator
    And it steals your car
    It gets rid of your gambling debts, it quits smoking
    It's a friend, and it's a companion
    And it's the only product you will ever need
    Follow these easy assembly instructions
    It never needs ironing
    Well it takes weights off hips, bust
    Thighs, chin, midriff
    Gives you dandruff, and it finds you a job
    It is a job
    And it strips the phone company free
    Take ten for five exchange
    And it gives you denture breath
    And you know it's a friend, and it's a companion
    And it gets rid of your traveler's checks
    It's new, it's improved, it's old-fashioned
    Well it takes care of business
    Never needs winding
    Never needs winding
    Never needs winding
    ...
    You got it buddy: the large print giveth
    And the small print taketh away
    Step right up"

    -Tom Waits, Step Right Up

     
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    Or, for a more poetic Waits, I like this one:

    "No shadows, no stars,
    There's no moon and no cars,
    November.

    It only believes in a pile of dead leaves,
    And a moon that's the color of bone.

    No prayers for November to linger longer,
    Stick your spoon in the wall and we'll slaughter them all.

    November... has tied me to an old dead tree,
    Get word to April to rescue me.

    November's cold chain made of wet boots and rain,
    And shiny black ravens on chimney smoke lanes.

    November seems odd,
    You're my firing squad,
    November.

    With my hair slicked back with carrion shellac.
    With the blood from a pheasant and the bone from a hare,
    Tied to the branches of a roebuck stag,
    Left to wave in the timber like a buck-shot flag.

    Go away you rainsnout,
    Go away, blow your brains out,
    November."


    But it has to be in combination with the music:

     
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    Not full quotes, just snippets.
    — Metallica, "Welcome Home (Sanitarium)"

    Add a bunch of other songs from Ride the Lightning and Master of Puppets, particularly the latter. I wish more metal bands had lyrics like them.
    — Lamb of God, "Nightmare Seeker (The Little Red House)"

    Really the conveys the sense of being burdened with your knowledge.
     
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  5. Historical Science

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    Canibus - Poet Laureate II

    [Sample]
    Uhh I dont understand how a writer could ever get writer's block, so called
    My problem is having too much.. and being unable to get it down...

    Yo, why is the ripper so ill?
    That would be a unpardonable breach of confidence for me to reveal!
    He said "One of these days, all eyes would be on me
    when they look up in the sky and see the neon C"
    Rhymes inscribed on a nickel disk encased
    in glass with an ion beam for longevity
    For more then 10 centuries, impressions and memories
    the first time the machine inventor will mention me
    Canibus was a visionary indeed
    he believed light could travel in multiples of C
    The organic supercomputer that solved the mysteries
    of Clan Calusa with 2 blue metric rulers
    Liked Cool J, but thought Stephen J. Gould was cooler
    and he never liked to propagate rumors
    Smoked Canary Island cigars
    liked America, luxury cars and beautiful Asian broads
    He had a strong mind, he used to philosophize
    about rhymes while he was pruning his Banzai
    He claimed that he had written the greatest rhyme of all time
    but he would never take it out his archives
    He wrote 2 songs per day
    and was constantly was experimenting with his wordplay
    In his youth he did a report on the Sloan Digital Sky survey
    he got an F but he deserved an A
    I followed his career from the first day
    it seemed the lack of support contributed to his inert ways
    I seen him pull in 24 hour workdays
    with deferred pay, undeterred by the word "shame"
    Public humiliation was the worst pain
    he was spinnin out of control like a class 5 hurricane
    He said he wouldn't want another MC to suffer the same
    Especially when there's nothing to gain
    He was the illest alive but nobody would face it
    he spit till his toungue was too torched to taste, it
    properly funded corporations carbon dated his latest creations
    to extract the information
    They found it utterly amazing
    they claimed the body of his work was the same thing as a priceless painting
    Never mattered to him, the art galleries hated him
    cause Thomas K.K. called, said he would take 10
    Complete enigmas wrapped in puzzles encrypted in language
    with sound but without shape or signature
    Kept files in his garage, on MS-DOS
    in a fire-proof pod, he thought it was odd
    Outside there was a shed with an Oppenheimer lock
    he apparently kept more wax then Madame Tussaud's
    We were in total awe, cause it blew our minds
    so many rhymes that were intricately designed
    He WAS Poet Laureate of his time
    and if you dont mind, Id like to share some of his rhymes
    Alone in my room, looking thru the 32X telescope zoom
    adjusting the focus of the moon
    One should not assume the philosophy of David Hume
    is nothing more then a subjective conclusion
    What is the maximum field rate application?
    the run away glaciation surrounding the ocean basin
    affects the population, fluctuation
    on a continuous basis but thats just the basics
    The juxtaposition of Canibus's position
    the precision something no other has written
    Way above and beyond what was intended
    the unparallel Malleable annunciation of a sentence
    You didnt go to college obviously
    I can tell by your ungodly unintelligible terminology
    A remarkable odyssey, the rhymes of modern speeds
    when the brain orders the body not to breathe
    Incompetency is not up to speed, you not in my league
    you couldnt possibly be hotter then me
    Or oppositely your minus 25 degrees, you'd squeeze
    but the condensation makes rifle barrels freeze
    Allow me to speak figuratively, nigga please
    my intellectual properties are about the size of Greece
    Your counselor advised you not to speak
    my counselor advised me to keep rhymin until they stopped the beat
    In the words of Joseph Heller, "I learned how to write better"
    even though it sort of urked me
    He said he didnt understand the process of the imagination
    but he felt he was at its mercy
    Which exploits my point perfectly and certainly reinforces
    the reason why nobody's probably ever heard of me
    Couldnt understand what I mean by ill
    unless you try to translate what I print to film
    This is the line of will, the circle of time
    the cycle of eternity, the emergence of 1 line
    Academic phonetics render critics tounge-tied
    Ive personified dry humor of cum-laude alumni
    A wise man sees failure as progress
    a fool divorces his knowledge and misses the logic
    And loses his soul in the process
    obsessed with nonsense with a caricature that has no content
    My style is masterful, multi-lateral
    I could battle a fool and be naturally cruel
    Words of scourn are a disasterous tool
    from an existentialist's view, I'm a better rapper then you
    Grab the mic and rip your physical fabric in 2
    my attitude is fucked up but abrogable
    Different methods interpreted into different forms
    from entirely different perceptions and seen from different norms
    Not to spit in the palm theres much more involved
    theres much more pieces of the puzzle for you to solve
    48 orders of mechanical laws
    and rays of creational cause, enhance the cadence of my bars
    Maybe I am self-obsorbed
    but thats the effect, to find the cause you should ask my A&R
    Today is what it is, but only because yesterday was what it was
    permitting you heard of Beezlebub
    A tale of demons and drugs, pissy drunk in the club
    with the DJ doing the needle rub
    Chances are you'll never see me son
    yeah I know my names Canibus but I cant help you if you need a dub
    I came to holla at some big booty bitches
    and listen to the speakers thump, where you get conceited from?
    Im so nice on the mic, they wanna beat me up
    its deep as fuck, I ain't seen it all but I've seen enough
    Really unbelievable stuff
    theres a lot of times where I wanna speak but I'm stuck
    I should leave this rap shit alone
    and kick my incredible in rhymes in the privacy of my own home
    My imagination is my own
    delibity to speak to freely lyrically on the microphone
    Wit a pen in my hand, I bring motion to the enyogram
    and become "Cani-millenia man"
    Grave my back with the emperor's stamp
    been spittin scientific rap since the 17th century began
    Tryna' escape the wicked empire of Def Jam
    and the land where lyrics are bland and heretics hang
    Every warrior has an axe to bury
    but he has to learn to discern between enemy and adversary
    I said to myself, "Germaine this is insane
    It's suicide its controlled flight into terrain"
    I fought to regain, control of the plain, but went up in a ball of flames
    and got banned from the hip-hop hall of fame
    For two bars I kept hearin in my head
    over and over again, it cost me everything
    I'm convinced now that more then truth is at stake
    Where people create language that pretends to communicate
    Euphamisms are misundertood as mistakes
    but its a bi-product of the ghetto music we make
    From an extroverted point of view I think its to late
    Hip Hop has never been the same since '88
    Since it became a lucrative profession as a misconception
    in the movement in any direction as progression
    Even though of the potency of it lessens
    big money industries writing checks to suppress the question
    And nobody gives a fuck no more, no one goes to the book store
    ever since the influence of Moore's Law
    But I stay in the lab, like Niels Bohr
    his son Aage, Edward Lawrence, and Leo Szilard
    Lyrically I take rap music and turn the knob
    to the right full throttle and added panache
    Why would I argue with my own conscience over the truth?
    That's like me telling myself don't tell me what to do
    Dialysis and analyses of battle MC's
    sometimes I say things I myself can't believe
    My lyrical is so skillfully eliptical
    I can understand how it makes you miserable
    You wonder why I never let you play your beats for me
    or why I keep my studio shrouded in secrecy
    You wonder whats my infatuation with Alicia Keyes
    "Canibus why don't you speak to me?"
    Yo, I meant it when I said no one can shine on a song that features me
    That's why I said it so vehemently
    You need to replace the hate with respect
    I'm probably the best yet, Poet Laureate!!!

    [Sample]
    Generally I take.. I go with the given..
    ya know with what comes to me .. over the celestial wireless ..
    whenever it comes, you're lucky when you get it..

     
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    Evanescence's Imaginary is a fantastically surrealist monologue about how the speaker's dreams are better than her life:


    I linger in the doorway
    Of alarm-clock screaming monsters calling my name
    Let me stay where the wind will whisper to me
    Where the raindrops as they're falling tell a story

    In my field of paper flowers
    And candy clouds of lullaby
    I lie inside myself for hours
    And watch my purple skies fly over me

    Don’t say I’m out of touch
    With this rampant chaos your reality
    I know well what lies beyond my sleeping refuge
    The nightmare I built my own world to escape

    ...​
     
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    Remember when you were young, you shone like the sun.
    Shine on you crazy diamond.
    Now there's a look in your eyes, like black holes in the sky.
    Shine on you crazy diamond.
    You were caught in the crossfire of childhood and stardom, blown on the steel breeze.
    Come on you target for faraway laughter, come on you stranger, you legend, you martyr, and shine!

    You reached for the secret too soon, you cried for the moon.
    Shine on you crazy diamond.
    Threatened by shadows at night, and exposed in the light.
    Shine on you crazy diamond.
    Well you wore out your welcome with random precision, rode on the steel breeze.
    Come on you raver, you seer of visions, come on you painter, you piper, you prisoner, and shine!
     
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    No Springsteen yet? Come on!

    "Seems you can't get any more than half free." -"Straight Time"

    Pretty much all of "Backstreets", but especially

    "Blame it on the lies that killed us
    Blame it on the truth that ran us down
    You can blame it all on me Terry
    It don't matter to me now
    When the breakdown hit at midnight
    There was nothing left to say
    But I hated him
    And I hated you when you went away."

    and

    "Remember all the movies, Terry
    We'd go see
    Trying to learn to walk like the heroes
    We thought we had to be
    Well after all this time
    To find we're just like all the rest
    Stranded in the park
    And forced to confess
    To hiding on the backstreets."

    “It was a small town bank
    It was a mess
    Well, I had a gun
    You know the rest
    - "Highway 29"

    "Barefoot girl sitting on the hood of a Dodge,
    Drinking warm beer in the soft summer rain."
    - "Jungleland"

    "The dogs on Main Street howl
    Cause they understand.
    If I could take one moment into my hands.
    Mister, I ain't a boy, no, I'm a man,
    And I believe in the Promised Land."
    - "Promised Land"

    "Some guys they just give up living
    And start dying little by little, piece by piece
    Some guys come home from work and wash up
    And go racing in the street"
    - "Racing in the Street"

    "Now Tom said, 'Mom, wherever there's a cop beating a guy
    Wherever a hungry newborn baby cries
    Where there's a fight against the blood and hatred in the air
    Look for me, Mom, I'll be there

    Wherever somebody's fighting for a place to stand
    Or a decent job or a helping hand
    Wherever somebody's struggling to be free
    Look in their eyes, Ma, and you'll see me'

    The highway is alive tonight
    Where it's headed everybody knows
    I'm sitting down here in the campfire light
    With the ghost of old Tom Joad"
    - "Ghost of Tom Joad" (no idea how much of this is in the Steinbeck original)

    And pretty much all of "The River" too, but especially

    "Now those memories come back to haunt me
    they haunt me like a curse
    Is a dream a lie if it don't come true
    Or is it something worse
    that sends me down to the river
    though I know the river is dry."
     
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    I came here to quote him as soon as I saw the thread title. :D

    I think my favorite lyrics by him are Darkness on the Edge of Town:

    "Everybody's got a secret, Sonny
    Something that they just can't face
    Some folks spend their whole lives trying to keep it
    They carry it with them every step that they take
    Till some day they just cut it loose
    Cut it loose or let it drag 'em down
    Where no one asks any questions
    or looks too long in your face
    In the darkness on the edge of town"

    Led Zeppelin has some great songs:

    Rain Song:

    "These are the seasons of emotion
    And like the wind they rise and fall
    This is the wonder of devotion
    I see the torch we all must hold
    This is the mystery of the quotient
    Upon us all a little rain must fall"

    No Quarter:

    "Walking side by side with death
    The devil mocks their every step
    The snow drives back the foot that's slow
    The dogs of doom are howling more
    They carry news that must get through
    To build a dream for me and you"

    Stairway to Heaven:

    "As we wind on down the road
    Our shadows taller than our soul
    There walks a lady we all know
    Who shines white light and wants to show
    How everything still turns to gold
    And if you listen very hard
    The tune will come to you at last
    When all are one and one is all
    To be a rock and not to roll"

    Kashmir:

    "Oh, father of the four winds, fill my sails, across the sea of years
    With no provision but an open face, along the straits of fear"

    I never feel like I fully understand anything by Bob Dylan, but he has some of my favorite lyrics:

    It's All Over Now, Baby Blue:

    "Leave your stepping stones behind, something calls for you
    Forget the dead you've left, they will not follow you
    The vagabond who's rapping at your door
    Is standing in the clothes that you once wore
    Strike another match, go start a new
    It's all over now, Baby Blue"

    Like a Rolling Stone:

    "You used to be so amused
    At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used
    Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse
    When you ain't got nothing, you got nothing to lose
    You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal
    How does it feel
    How does it feel
    To be on your own
    With no direction home
    Like a complete unknown
    Like a rolling stone"

    Visions of Johanna:

    "Inside the museums, Infinity goes up on trial
    Voices echo this is what salvation must be like after a while"

    Hey Mr. Tambourine Man:

    "Though I know that evening's empire has returned into sand
    Vanished from my hand
    Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping
    My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet
    I have no one to meet
    And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming"

    Gates of Eden:

    "The foreign sun, it squints upon
    A bed that is never mine
    As friends and other strangers
    From their fates try to resign
    Leaving men wholly totally free
    To do anything they wish to do but die
    And there are no trials inside the gates of eden"
     
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    "You run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking
    Racing around to come up behind you again
    The sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older
    Shorter of breath and one day closer to death"
    - Time by Pink Floyd

    "I used to rule the world
    Seas would rise when I gave the word
    Now in the morning I sleep alone
    Sweep the streets I used to own
    I used to roll the dice
    Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes
    Listened as the crowd would sing
    Now the old king is dead long live the king
    One minute I held the key
    Next the walls were closed on me
    And I discovered that my castles stand
    Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand"
    - Viva la Vida by Coldplay

    "Blackbird singing in the dead of night
    Take these broken wings and learn to fly
    All your life
    You were only waiting for this moment to arise

    Blackbird singing in the dead of night
    Take these sunken eyes and learn to see
    All your life
    You were only waiting for this moment to be free"
    - Blackbird by Paul McCartney
     
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    "I couldn't find quiet, so I went out in the rain,
    I was just soaking my head to unrattle my brain."
    - The National, 'Pink Rabbits'

    and from the same song...

    "You didn't see me I was falling apart,
    I was a white girl in a crowd of white girls at the park,
    You didn't see me I was falling apart,
    I was a television version of a person with a broken heart."
     
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    "Monsters," originally by Sick Puppies though I personally prefer the Nightcore-version by Youtuber CUTLoveRx:

    Somewhere inside this closet, your whole life exists
    An evil little secret that keeps you so nervous
    You're boarding up your windows and fetal on the floor
    But what you're keeping out is on the wrong side of the door
     
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    Bruce Cockburn: After the Rain

    After the rain in the streets light flows like blood
    I can just taste salt on the humid wind

    Here comes that gasoline
    Spreading hungry rainbow over shiny black tar

    I'm blown like smoke and blind as wind
    Except for when your love breaks in

    Maybe to those who love is given sight
    To pierce the wall of seeming night
    And know it pure beyond all imagining

    Engine throb street cruise light bullet car flash
    Hollow beauty night gleam oily river tension glass

    Ultraflame! Glittering dust falling in slow motion
    Clouds tumbling one over another into apparent emptiness

    It's like a big fist breaking down my door
    I never felt such a love before

    Maybe to those who love it's given to hear
    Music too high for the human ear
    And clear as hydrogen to go singing
     
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    Bruce Cockburn: Incandescent Blue

    I sneaked across the border -- it was threatening rain --
    So I could stand in this tunnel, waiting for the roaring train
    And watch those black kids working out kung fu moves
    If you don't want to be the horses' hoofprints you got to be the hooves

    Hear that lonesome violin play
    See the notes float up into the overcast
    and change to white birds as they sail on through
    and soar away free into incandescent blue

    People getting ready behind all those rectangles of light
    "Put on your grin mask, babe, you know we're steppin out tonight"
    You hear that sound, like hammers only small?
    It's what the people's heads say when they beat them against the wall

    Hear that lonesome violin play
    See the notes float up into the overcast
    and change to white birds as they sail on through
    and soar away free into incandescent blue

    Concrete vortex sucks down the wind
    It's howling like a blinded violin.
    Oh -- tongues of fire, come and kiss my brow
    if I ever needed you, well I need you now

    Hear that lonesome violin play
    See the notes float up into the overcast
    and change to white birds as they sail on through
    and soar away free into incandescent blue
     
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    Ian Anderson: Wond'ring Again (recorded by Jethro Tull)

    There's the stillness of death on a deathly unliving sea,
    and the motor car magical world long since ceased to be,
    when the Eve-bitten apple returned to destroy the tree.

    Incestuous ancestry's charabanc ride,
    spawning new millions throws the world on its side.
    Supporting their far-flung illusion, the national curse,
    and those with no sandwiches please get off the bus.

    The excrement bubbles,
    the century's slime decays
    and the brainwashing government lackeys
    would have us say
    it's under control and we'll soon be on our way
    to a grand year for babies and quiz panel games
    of the hot hungry millions you'll be sure to remain.

    The natural resources are dwindling and no one grows old,
    and those with no homes to go to, please dig yourself holes.

    We wandered through quiet lands, felt the first breath of snow.
    Searched for the last pigeon, slate grey I've been told.
    Stumbled on a daffodil which she crushed in the rush, heard it sigh,
    and left it to die.
    At once felt remorse and were touched by the loss of our own,
    held its poor broken head in her hands,
    dropped soft tears in the snow,
    and it's only the taking that makes you what you are.

    Wond'ring aloud will a son one day be born
    to share in our infancy
    in the child's path we've worn.
    In the aging seclusion of this earth that our birth did surprise
    we'll open his eyes.
     
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    minstrel Leader of the Insquirrelgency Supporter Contributor

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    Eric Anderson: Violets of Dawn

    Take me to the night
    I'm tippin' topsy turvy turning upside down
    Hold me tight and whisper what you wish
    For there is no one here around
    Oh you may sing song me sweet smiles

    Regardless of the city's careless frown
    Come watch the no colors fade blazing
    Into petal sprays of violets of dawn
    In blindfold wonderments enchantments
    You can lift my wings softly to fly

    Your eyes are like swift fingers reaching out
    Into the pockets of my night
    Whirling twirling puppy warm
    Before the flashing cloaks of darkness gone
    Come see the no colors fade blazing
    Into petal sprays of violets of dawn

    Some prince charming I'll be
    On two white steeds to bring you diamond crowns
    And climb your tower sleeping beauty
    Before you ever know I've left the ground
    You can wear a Cinderella Snowhite
    Alice Wonderland gown

    Come watch the no colors fade blazing
    Into petal sprays of violets of dawn
    But if I seem to wander off in dream like looks
    Please let me settle slowly
    It's only me just staring out at you
    A seeming stranger speaking holy

    I don't mean to wake you up
    It's only loneliness just coming on
    So let the no colors fade
    Blazing into petal sprays
    Of violets of dawn

    Like shadows bursting into mist
    Behind the echoes of this nonsense song
    It's just chasing whispering trail
    Of secret steps see them laughing on

    There's magic in the sleepiness
    Of waking to a childish sounding yawn
    Come watch the no colors fade blazing
    Into petal sprays of violets of dawn
     
  18. Malisky

    Malisky Malkatorean Contributor

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    "Televators" Mars Volta

    Just as he hit the ground
    They lowered a tow that
    Stuck in his neck to the gills
    Fragments of sobriquets
    riddle me this
    three half eaten corneas
    who hit the aureole
    Stalk the ground
    Stalk the ground

    You should have seen
    The curse that flew right by you
    Page of concrete
    Stained walks crutch in hobbled sway
    Auto-da-fe
    A capillary hint of red

    Only this manupod
    Crescent in shape has escaped

    The house half the way
    Fell empty with teeth
    That split both his lips
    Mark these words
    One day this chalk outline will circle this city
    Was he robbed of the asphalt that cushioned his face
    A room colored charlatan
    Hid in a safe
    Stalk the ground
    Stalk the ground

    You should have seen
    The curse that flew right by you
    Page of concrete
    Stain walks crutch in hobbled sway
    Auto-da-fe
    A capillary hint of red

    Only this manupod
    Crescent in shape has escaped

    Pull the pins
    Save your grace
    Mark these words
    On his grave

    You should have seen
    The curse that flew right by you
    Page of concrete
    Stain walks crutch in hobbled sway
    Auto-da-fe
    A capillary hint of red

    Everyone knows the last toes are
    Always the coldest to go
     
  19. Cave Troll

    Cave Troll It's Coffee O'clock everywhere. Contributor

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    Five Finger Death Punch (5FDP)

    "Matter Of Time"


    What kind of man would I be
    If I accepted defeat
    What would my eulogy read
    Here lies a wasted soul

    What would my destiny be
    What sort of life would I lead
    Consumed by apathy
    Spinning out of control

    It's how we live
    How we live that defines us
    What we change
    And what we leave behind
    You know you can't
    You can't take it with you
    Your day will come
    It's just a matter of time

    What type of man should I be
    You know - so you tell me
    Stomp out my identity
    So I can be just like you

    What kind of life should I lead
    You'd have me down on my knees
    Treat me like I'm the disease
    Fuck you

    It's how we live
    How we live that defines us
    What we change
    And what we leave behind
    You know you can't
    You can't take it with you
    Your day will come
    It's just a matter of time

    It's how we live
    How we live that defines us
    What we change
    And what we leave behind
    You know you can't
    You can't take it with you
    Your day will come
    It's just a matter of time
     
  20. Cave Troll

    Cave Troll It's Coffee O'clock everywhere. Contributor

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    "Die Young"- Rob Flynn (Machine Head)

    Gather the wind
    Though the wind won't help you fly at all
    Your back's to the wall
    Then chain the sun
    And then it turns around and face you
    As you run, you run, you run!

    Behind a smile
    There's danger and a promise to be told
    You'll never get old
    Life's fantasy
    To be locked away and still to think you're free
    We're free
    We're free!

    So live for today
    ´Cause Tomorrow never comes
    Now you´re gone, Now you´re gone
    Can't you see the writing in the air?
    Now you´re gone nanna, Now you´re gone
    Someone stopped the fair

    Gather the wind
    Though the wind won't help you fly at all
    Your back's to the wall
    Then chain the sun
    And then it turns around and face you
    As you run, you run, you run!

    So live for today
    Tomorrow never comes
    Die young, young
    Die young, die young
    Die young, die young, young
    Die young (x7)
     
  21. Gigi_GNR

    Gigi_GNR Guys, come on. WAFFLE-O. Contributor

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    They're a different sort of band to get used to, but The Front Bottoms' song "Twin Size Mattress" has an opening line that knocks me on my ass every time: "This is for the lions living in the wiry, broke-down frames of my friends' bodies."
     
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    King Arthur Banned

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    Human beings in a mob,
    What's a mob to a king?
    What's a king to a God?
    What's a God to a non believer,
    Who don't believe in, anything?
     
  23. Raven484

    Raven484 Contributor Contributor

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    Father William saved her from the streets,
    She drank the life blood from the saviors feet,
    She's Sister Mary now eyes as cold as ice,
    he takes her once a week on the alter like a sacrifice.

    Queensryche, Spreeding the Disease.
     
  24. Rambling Chapter

    Rambling Chapter Member

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    The walls of my memory divide the thorns from the roses.

    INXS - Afterglow

    I look at the world and I notice it's turning
    While my guitar gently weeps
    With every mistake we must surely be learning
    Still my guitar gently weeps.

    The Beatles - While My Guitar Gently Weeps
    (Written by: George Harrison)


    Old man look at my life
    I'm a lot like you were.

    Neil Young - Old Man

    Heaven, does it come for me?
    In the dreaming that my soul's been freed
    and the torment of my madness gone away.

    And though God says he loves,
    and I, I think of love.
    I cannot change the way I am.

    Toni Childs - The Dead Are Dancing
     
  25. SethLoki

    SethLoki Retired Autodidact Contributor

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    I heard The Stolen Child by The Waterboys and fell for it immediately. WOW.

    Where dips the rocky highland
    Of Sleuth Wood in the lake,
    There lies a leafy island
    Where flapping herons wake
    The drowsy water rats;
    There we’ve hid our faery vats,
    Full of berrys
    And of reddest stolen cherries.
    Come away, O human child!
    To the waters and the wild
    With a faery, hand in hand,
    For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.

    Where the wave of moonlight glosses
    The dim gray sands with light,
    Far off by furthest Rosses
    We foot it all the night,
    Weaving olden dances
    Mingling hands and mingling glances
    Till the moon has taken flight;
    To and fro we leap
    And chase the frothy bubbles,
    While the world is full of troubles
    And anxious in its sleep.
    Come away, O human child!
    To the waters and the wild
    With a faery, hand in hand,
    For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.

    Where the wandering water gushes
    From the hills above Glen-Car,
    In pools among the rushes
    That scarce could bathe a star,
    We seek for slumbering trout
    And whispering in their ears
    Give them unquiet dreams;
    Leaning softly out
    From ferns that drop their tears
    Over the young streams.
    Come away, O human child!
    To the waters and the wild
    With a faery, hand in hand,
    For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.

    Away with us he’s going,
    The solemn-eyed:
    He’ll hear no more the lowing
    Of the calves on the warm hillside
    Or the kettle on the hob
    Sing peace into his breast,
    Or see the brown mice bob
    Round and round the oatmeal chest.
    For he comes, the human child,
    To the waters and the wild
    With a faery, hand in hand,
    For the world’s more full of weeping than he can understand.


    Then....realised lyrics were lifted from one of WB Yeats's greatsies. A work of his I'd not strayed across had been put to music.
     
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