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howiemarx wrote:
how about this:

Your Pussy's Glued To A Building On Fire

Your pussys glued to a building on fire
I paint my mind just because I'm alive
If you see me roaming the hillside
Won't you come along?
You paint your eyes
Mine are in the sky
No worldly word I could say would be golden
The smile on my face isn't always real
But the way you make me feel is all that's really real
You little duck house



written by John Frusciante © 1994 American Recording




I have done some research. I think I understand.


howiemarx wrote:usually glass or a joint. should be good erb. i'm a weed snob.

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lyrics are only good if they are delivered well.

"blood & thunder" is CRAP. really goddamn bad. the lyrics are bad and the singing is worse, bringing out the worst in the lyrics. sheesh.

"this must be the place" is great though, "chemical calisthenics" is an AMAZING rap song, and the first few lines of "black steel in the hour of chaos" are classic.

i'm not sure what lyrics to contribute here... maybe later.

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In Small Change, Tom Waits wrote:

Step right up
step right up
step right up
Everyone's a winner, bargains galore
That's right, you too can be the proud owner
Of the quality goes in before the name goes on
One-tenth of a dollar
one-tenth of a dollar
we got service after sales
You need perfume? we got perfume
how 'bout an engagement ring?
Something for the little lady
something for the little lady
Something for the little lady, hmm
Three for a dollar
We got a year-end clearance, we got a white sale
And a smoke-damaged furniture
you can drive it away today
Act now, act now
and receive as our gift, our gift to you
They come in all colors, one size fits all
No muss, no fuss, no spills
you're tired of kitchen drudgery
Everything must go
going out of business
going out of business
Going out of business sale
Fifty percent off original retail price
skip the middle man
Don't settle for less
How do we do it?
how do we do it?
volume, volume, turn up the volume
Now you've heard it advertised, don't hesitate
Don't be caught with your drawers down
Don't be caught with your drawers down
You can step right up, step right up

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
Gets rid of blackheads, the heartbreak of psoriasis
Christ, you don't know the meaning of heartbreak, buddy
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon
'Cause it's effective, it's defective
it creates household odors
It disinfects, it sanitizes for your protection
It gives you an erection
it wins the election
Why put up with painful corns any longer?
It's a redeemable coupon, no obligation
no salesman will visit your home
We got a jackpot, jackpot, jackpot
prizes, prizes, prizes, all work guaranteed
How do we do it
how do we do it
how do we do it
how do we do it
We need your business
we're going out of business
We'll give you the business
Get on the business
end of our going-out-of-business sale
Receive our free brochure, free brochure
Read the easy-to-follow assembly instructions
batteries not included
Send before midnight tomorrow, terms available
Step right up
step right up
step right up
You got it buddy: the large print giveth
and the small print taketh away
Step right up
you can step right up
you can step right up
C'mon step right up
(Get away from me kid, you bother me...)
Step right up, step right up, step right up
c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon
Step right up
you can step right up
c'mon and step right up
C'mon and step right up




These lyrics are already cool enough, but it's worth noting that in the line "For complete refund of price of purchase", the word "purchase" is pronounced "poichase".

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I thought we were meant to be posting only couplets? Or did I hear wrong and was the request actually for cutlets?

Anyway, as far as songs are concerned, you could pick any Pavement song* and it would be grand. But for the sake of this thread, I'll choose only one:

Blind date with the chancer
We had oysters and dry lancers
When the check arrived we went dutch, dutch, dutch, dutch
A redder shade of neck on a whiter shade of trash
And this emory board is giving me a rash
I’m flat out
You’re so beautiful to look at when you cry
Freeze, don’t move
You’ve been chosen as an extra in the movie adaptation
Of the sequel to your life.

A shady lane -- everybody wants one
A shady lane -- everybody needs one
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god
Oh my god, oh your god, oh his god, over god
It’s everybody’s god, it’s everybody’s god, it’s everybody’s god, it’s
Everybody’s god
The worlds collide, but all that we want is a shady lane

Glance, don’t stare
Soon you’re being told to recognize your heirs
No, not me -- I’m an island of such great complexity
Stress surrounds in the muddy peaceful center of this town
Tell me off in the hotel lobby right in front of all the bellboys and the
Over-friendly concierge

A shady lane -- everybody wants one
A shady lane -- everybody needs one
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god
Oh my god, oh your god, oh his god, oh her god
It’s everybody’s god, it’s everybody’s god, it’s everybody’s god, it’s
Everybody’s god
The worlds collide, but all that I want is a shady lane.




I don't want to over-analyse the lyrics, so I'll justify my appreciation of them by simply saying he's right; we do all want shady lanes.




*(yes, I can hear people tut-tut and shake their heads)

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david berman of the silver jews wrote:We Are Real
Up the hill past 694, at the stone wall make a left,
and I will see you soon my friend if these old directions still direct.
Is the problem that we can't see or is it that the problem is beautiful to me?
The birds of Virginia are flying within you
and like background singers they all come in threes.

Won't soul music change
now that our souls have turned strange.
Once a day, twice a day…
And when on and off collide
we'll set our souls aside and walk away.

We've been raised on replicas of fake and winding roads
and day after day up on this beautiful stage
we've been playing tambourine for minimum wage
but we are real, I know we are real.

My ski vest has buttons like convenience store mirrors
and they help me see, that everything in this room right now is a part of me.

Won't soul music change
now that our souls have turned strange.

Once a day, twice a day…
And when on and off collide
we'll set our souls aside and walk away.

Realizing is how it feels inside when it happens to you.
So I took a shot of sugar like snow dumped into the blood
and children wander off into the ultra-economic
but we are real I know we are real.


oh yeah, i think this song has incredible lyrics.

i have put in bold my favourite couplet.

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just recently had this conversation with my wife and 2 songs got both our votes. The second is Copper by Shellac, but most of this board is aware of them lyrics so I will not post them. My favorite lines are bold. Enjoy.

Goin' Out West
Well I'm goin' out west
Where the wind blows tall
'Cause Tony Franciosa
Used to date my ma
They got some money out there
They're givin' it away
I'm gonna do what I want
Do what I want
And I'm gonna get paid
Little brown sausages
Lying in the sand

I ain't no extra baby
I'm a leading man

Well my parole officer
Will be proud of me
With my Olds 88
And the devil on a leash
My Olds 88
And the devil on a leash
Well I know karate, Voodoo too
I'm gonna make myself available to you
I don't need no make up
I got real scars
I got hair on my chest
I look good without a shirt
Well I don't lose my composure
In a high speed chase
Well my friends think I'm ugly
I got a masculine face
I got some dragstrip courage
I can really drive a bed

I'm gonna change my name
To Hannibal or maybe Just Rex
Change my name to Hannibal
Or maybe just Rex
I'm gonna drive all night
Take some speed
I'm gonna wait for the sun
To shine down on me
I cut a hole in my roof
The shape of a heart
And I'm goin' out west
Where they'll appreciate me
Goin' out west
Goin' out west

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mattw wrote:Yeah, keep in mind that John Frusciante probably had enough heroin in his bloodstream to kill two men and a calf when he wrote those.



Although Frusciante appears to have been a master of both, addiction and abject stupidity aren't necessarily one in the same. Those are awful lyrics any intelligent way you look at them: heroin is no excuse. People have written good lyrics and even great novels on heroin (Burroughs).

. . . moving on.

In 1997 David Milgaard was cleared of a murder charge after serving almost 23 years in prison. DNA evidence proved his innocence 7 years after Conservative justice minister Kim Campbell denied an appeal to have his case reopened (Campbell later served a brief stint as Canada’s first and only female Prime Minister—too bad she was a dumb asshole). The murder took place in Saskatoon, Saskatchewan and Milgaard was a 16 year-old vagrant "hippie" when convicted. From the age of 16 (1970) to the age of 38 (1992) he lived his life in a federal penitentiary because of a wrongful conviction for rape and murder.

Gordon Downie wrote:


Sundown in the Paris of the prairies
Wheat kings have all their treasures buried
And all you hear are the rusty breezes
Pushing around the weather vane Jesus

In his Zippo lighter, he sees the killer's face
Maybe it's someone standing in a killer's place
Twenty years for nothing, well that's nothing new,
besides, No one's interested in something you didn't do
Wheat kings and pretty things,
let's just see what the morning brings.

There's a dream he dreams where the high school is dead and stark
It's a museum and we're all locked up in it after dark
Where the walls are lined all yellow, grey and sinister
Hung with pictures of our parents' prime ministers
Wheat Kings and pretty things,
wait and see what tomorrow brings.

Late-breaking story on the CBC,
A nation whispers, "we always knew that he'd go free"
They add, "you can't be fond of living in the past,
cause if you are then there's no way that you're gonna last".
Wheat Kings and pretty things
let's just see what tomorrow brings
Wheat kings and pretty things,
that's what tomorrow brings.


I also like the rock song Downie and his cohorts in The Tragically Hip wrote about masturbation:


There's a cannon shooting coconut cream
40 gallons in a steady stream
there's a cannon shooting coconut cream
40 gallons in a steady stream

It's wing music to a happy cat
he likes his butterflies slow and fat
and wing music to a happy cat
he likes his butterflies slow and fat

Us little christians in a circle jerk
til our daddy gets home from work
all us good christians in a circle jerk
til our daddy gets home from work

There's a cannon shooting coconut cream
40 gallons in a steady stream
there's a cannon that shoots coconut cream
40 gallons in a steady stream

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I defy you to find better (current) political lyrics than these. I included a link to the site where you can download the actual song - Highly recommended as the song bleeds truer than words could ever read.
Love the analogy one made about this song... "It's like a delicate surgery made with a velvet covered sledge hammer."
James McMurtry is simply one of the best songwriters/lyricists Americana has ever known.
A lofty statement, but heartfelt to the last. Enjoy...


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