Snoogans4Jay
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Post by Snoogans4Jay on Nov 4, 2008 21:59:35 GMT -5
Post any fave lyrics here, from anyone. You can but don't have to reveal the performer. Just cool stuff in general.  ------------------ Love, sex, pain, confusion, suffering You're there crying, I feel not a thing Drilling my way deeper in your head Sinking, draining, drowning, bleeding, dead So you sit and think of love I wait, hate all the more, I fall On skinned knees I crawl. |
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Post by Snoogans4Jay on Nov 30, 2008 6:53:22 GMT -5
I put my fist through the door
I hate myself for you
I love you
Suspicion rules my very soul
My knife is sharp, my thougths are cold
I love you
I love you
Because, I love you
I can't talk, I can't think
My feelings burn inside of me
I love you
I practice my knife, I feel the power
I look in the mirror and I want to destroy her
I love you
I gave you my life, but what did I get?
Now its time to take it back
I love you
I love you
Because, I love you
I hear a car, your footsteps outside
Knife in hand, love in heart
Sweating - I wait
I love you
You screamed, you bled, you laid on the floor
But now I know you'll leave me no more
I love you
I love you
Because, I love you
Henry Rollins
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Post by Snoogans4Jay on Nov 30, 2008 6:56:42 GMT -5
"You told me I'm the only one
Sweet little angel you should have run
Lying, crying, dying to leave
Innocence creates my hell
Cheating myself still you know more
It would be so easy with a whore
Try to understand me, little girl
My twisted passion to be your world"
Layne Staley
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Post by jrotten on Nov 30, 2008 20:43:05 GMT -5
I got A LOT of respect for old school Hip Hop / Rap.
I think most of the music today is shit...
I love this song and the lyrics are so powerful and true!
by Grandmaster Flash & The Furious Five
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
Broken glass everywhere
People pissin' on the stairs, you know they just don't care
I can't take the smell, can't take the noise
Got no money to move out, I guess I got no choice
Rats in the front room, roaches in the back
Junkies in the alley with a baseball bat
I tried to get away but I couldn't get far
'cuz a man with a tow truck repossessed my car
Don't push me 'cuz I'm close to the edge
I'm trying not to lose my head
Uh huh ha ha ha
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
Standin' on the front stoop hangin' out the window
Watchin' all the cars go by, roarin' as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
Eatin' outta garbage pails, used to be a fag hag
Said she'll dance the tango, skip the light fandango
A Zircon princess seemed to lost her senses
Down at the peep show watchin' all the creeps
So she can tell her stories to the girls back home
She went to the city and got social security
She had to get a pimp, she couldn't make it on her own
Don't push me 'cuz I'm close to the edge
I'm trying not to lose my head
Uh huh ha ha ha
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
My brother's doin' fast, on my mother's TV
Says she watches too much, it's just not healthy
"All My Children" in the daytime, "Dallas" at night
Can't even see the game or the Sugar Ray fight
The bill collectors, they ring my phone
and scare my wife when I'm not home
Got a bum education, double-digit inflation
Can't take the train to the job, there's a strike at the station
Neon King Kong standin' on my back
Can't stop to turn around, broke my sacroiliac
A mid-range migraine, cancered membrane
Sometimes I think I'm goin' insane
I swear I might hijack a plane!
Don't push me 'cuz I'm close to the edge
I'm trying not to lose my head
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
My son said, Daddy, I don't wanna go to school
'cuz the teacher's a jerk, he must think I'm a fool
And all the kids smoke reefer, I think it'd be cheaper
if I just got a job, learned to be a street sweeper
Or dance to the beat, shuffle my feet
Wear a shirt and tie and run with the creeps
'cuz it's all about money, ain't a damn thing funny
You got to have a con in this land of milk and honey
They pushed that girl in front of the train
Took her to the doctor, sewed her arm on again
Stabbed that man right in his heart
Gave him a transplant for a brand new start
I can't walk through the park 'cuz it's crazy after dark
Keep my hand on my gun 'cuz they got me on the run
I feel like a outlaw, broke my last glass jaw
Hear them say "You want some more?"
Livin' on a see-saw
Don't push me 'cuz I'm close to the edge
I'm trying not to lose my head
Say what?
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
A child is born with no state of mind
Blind to the ways of mankind
God is smilin' on you but he's frownin' too
Because only God knows what you'll go through
You'll grow in the ghetto livin' second-rate
And your eyes will sing a song of deep hate
The places you play and where you stay
Looks like one great big alleyway
You'll admire all the number-book takers
Thugs, pimps and pushers and the big money-makers
Drivin' big cars, spendin' twenties and tens
And you'll wanna grow up to be just like them, huh
Smugglers, scramblers, burglars, gamblers
Pickpockets, peddlers, even panhandlers
You say I'm cool, huh, I'm no fool
But then you wind up droppin' outta high school
Now you're unemployed, all non-void
Walkin' round like you're Pretty Boy Floyd
Turned stick-up kid, but look what you done did
Got sent up for a eight-year bid
Now your manhood is took and you're a Maytag
Spend the next two years as a undercover fag
Bein' used and abused to serve like hell
'til one day, you was found hung dead in the cell
It was plain to see that your life was lost
You was cold and your body swung back and forth
But now your eyes sing the sad, sad song
Of how you lived so fast and died so young so...
Don't push me 'cuz I'm close to the edge
I'm trying not to lose my head
Uh huh huh huh huh
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
Huh, uh huh huh huh huh
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
Huh, uh huh huh huh huh
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Post by Snoogans4Jay on Nov 30, 2008 20:53:05 GMT -5
I got A LOT of respect for old school Hip Hop / Rap. I think most of the music today is shit... I love this song and the lyrics are so powerful and true! by Grandmaster Flash & The Furious Five
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
Broken glass everywhere
People pissin' on the stairs, you know they just don't care
I can't take the smell, can't take the noise
Got no money to move out, I guess I got no choice
Rats in the front room, roaches in the back
Junkies in the alley with a baseball bat
I tried to get away but I couldn't get far
'cuz a man with a tow truck repossessed my car
Don't push me 'cuz I'm close to the edge
I'm trying not to lose my head
Uh huh ha ha ha
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
Standin' on the front stoop hangin' out the window
Watchin' all the cars go by, roarin' as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
Eatin' outta garbage pails, used to be a fag hag
Said she'll dance the tango, skip the light fandango
A Zircon princess seemed to lost her senses
Down at the peep show watchin' all the creeps
So she can tell her stories to the girls back home
She went to the city and got social security
She had to get a pimp, she couldn't make it on her own
Don't push me 'cuz I'm close to the edge
I'm trying not to lose my head
Uh huh ha ha ha
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
My brother's doin' fast, on my mother's TV
Says she watches too much, it's just not healthy
"All My Children" in the daytime, "Dallas" at night
Can't even see the game or the Sugar Ray fight
The bill collectors, they ring my phone
and scare my wife when I'm not home
Got a bum education, double-digit inflation
Can't take the train to the job, there's a strike at the station
Neon King Kong standin' on my back
Can't stop to turn around, broke my sacroiliac
A mid-range migraine, cancered membrane
Sometimes I think I'm goin' insane
I swear I might hijack a plane!
Don't push me 'cuz I'm close to the edge
I'm trying not to lose my head
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
My son said, Daddy, I don't wanna go to school
'cuz the teacher's a jerk, he must think I'm a fool
And all the kids smoke reefer, I think it'd be cheaper
if I just got a job, learned to be a street sweeper
Or dance to the beat, shuffle my feet
Wear a shirt and tie and run with the creeps
'cuz it's all about money, ain't a damn thing funny
You got to have a con in this land of milk and honey
They pushed that girl in front of the train
Took her to the doctor, sewed her arm on again
Stabbed that man right in his heart
Gave him a transplant for a brand new start
I can't walk through the park 'cuz it's crazy after dark
Keep my hand on my gun 'cuz they got me on the run
I feel like a outlaw, broke my last glass jaw
Hear them say "You want some more?"
Livin' on a see-saw
Don't push me 'cuz I'm close to the edge
I'm trying not to lose my head
Say what?
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
A child is born with no state of mind
Blind to the ways of mankind
God is smilin' on you but he's frownin' too
Because only God knows what you'll go through
You'll grow in the ghetto livin' second-rate
And your eyes will sing a song of deep hate
The places you play and where you stay
Looks like one great big alleyway
You'll admire all the number-book takers
Thugs, pimps and pushers and the big money-makers
Drivin' big cars, spendin' twenties and tens
And you'll wanna grow up to be just like them, huh
Smugglers, scramblers, burglars, gamblers
Pickpockets, peddlers, even panhandlers
You say I'm cool, huh, I'm no fool
But then you wind up droppin' outta high school
Now you're unemployed, all non-void
Walkin' round like you're Pretty Boy Floyd
Turned stick-up kid, but look what you done did
Got sent up for a eight-year bid
Now your manhood is took and you're a Maytag
Spend the next two years as a undercover fag
Bein' used and abused to serve like hell
'til one day, you was found hung dead in the cell
It was plain to see that your life was lost
You was cold and your body swung back and forth
But now your eyes sing the sad, sad song
Of how you lived so fast and died so young so...
Don't push me 'cuz I'm close to the edge
I'm trying not to lose my head
Uh huh huh huh huh
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
Huh, uh huh huh huh huh
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
Huh, uh huh huh huh huh Couldn't agree more, I love the entire record this song comes off of |
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Snoogans4Jay
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Post by Snoogans4Jay on Dec 1, 2008 21:53:23 GMT -5
Murder at your every foot step.
A child's toy sudden death.
Sniper blazes you thru your knees
Falling down can you feel the heat,
Burn!
Ambushed by the spray of lead
Count the bullet holes in your head.
Offspring sent out to cry,
Living mandatory suicide.
Holes burn deep in your chest,
Raked by machine gun fire.
Screaming skull sent out to die,
Living mandatory suicide.
[Spoken:]
Lying, dying, screaming in pain.
Begging, pleading, bullets drop like rain.
Mines explode, pain sheers through your brain,
Radical amputation, this is insane.
Fly swatter stakes drive through your chest.
Spikes impale you as you're forced off the crest.
Soldier of misfortune
Hunting with bated breath.
A vile smell, like tasting death.
Dead bodies, dying and wounded
Litter the city streets
Shattered glass, bits of clothing and human deceit.
Dying in terror,
Blood's cheap, it's everywhere.
Mandatory suicide, massacre on the front line.
Tom Araya
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Post by M!$H on Dec 2, 2008 22:40:57 GMT -5
I know it's lame, but I really love Pink. I think she's got a great voice and attitude even if her songs sometimes are a little pop-punk-for-money...
I don't wanna be the girl who laughs the loudest
Or the girl who never wants to be alone
I don't wanna be that call at four o'clock in the morning
'Cause I'm the only one you know in the world that won't be home
Aahh, the sun is blinding
I stayed up again
Oohh, I am finding
That's not the way I want my story to end
I'm safe
Up high
Nothing can touch me
But why do I feel this party's over?
No pain
Inside
You're my protection
But how do I feel this good sober?
I don't wanna be the girl who has to fill the silence...
The quiet scares me 'cause it screams the truth
Please don't tell me that we had that conversation
When I won't remember, save your breath, 'cause what's the use?
Aahh, the night is calling
And it whispers to me softly, "come and play"
Aahh, I am falling
And if I let myself go, I'm the only one to blame
I'm safe
Up high
Nothing can touch me
But why do I feel this party's over?
No pain
Inside
You're like perfection
But how do I feel this good sober?
I'm comin' down
Comin' down
Comin' down
Spinnin' round
Spinnin' round
Spinnin' round
Looking for myself.. Sober
Comin' down
Comin' down
Comin' down
Spinnin' round
Spinnin' round
Spinnin' round
Looking for myself.. Sober
When it's good, then it's good, it's so good, 'till it goes bad
Till you're trying to find the you that you once had
I have hurt myself, cried,
Never again
Broken down in agony
And just trying to find a friend
I'm safe
Up high
Nothing can touch me
But why do I feel this party's over?
No pain
Inside
You're like perfection
But how do I feel this good sober?
I'm safe
Up high
Nothing can touch me
But why do I feel this party's over?
No pain
Inside
You're like perfection
But how do I feel this good sober?
How do I feel this good sober?
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Post by jrotten on Dec 5, 2008 6:38:41 GMT -5
I love the song 'Poison Heart' by the Ramones!  No one ever thought this one would survive Helpless child, gonna walk a drum beat behind Lock you in a dream, never let you go Never let you laugh or smile, not you. Well, I just want to walk right out of this world, 'Cause everybody has a poison heart I just want to walk right out of this world, 'Cause everybody has a poison heart. Making friends with a homeless torn up man He just kind of smiles, it really shakes me up. There's danger on every corner but I'm okay Walking down the street trying to forget yesterday. Well, I just want to walk right out of this world, 'Cause everybody has a poison heart. I just want to walk right out of this world, 'Cause everybody has a poison heart, a poison heart, a poison heart, a poison heart ... yeah! You know that life really takes its toll And a poet's gut reaction is to search his very soul So much damn confusion before my eyes, But nothing seems to phase me and this one still survives. I just want to walk right out of this world, 'Cause everybody has a poison heart. I just want to walk right out of this world, 'Cause everybody has a poison heart, Well, I just want to walk right out of this world, 'Cause everybody has a poison heart. a poison heart, a poison heart, a poison heart. a poison heart, a poison heart, a poison heart. |
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Post by sydney on Dec 6, 2008 12:34:28 GMT -5
Love these, by Alice Cooper
Lines form on my face and hands
Lines form from the ups and downs
I'm in the middle without any plans
I'm a boy and I'm a man
I'm eighteen
and I don't know what I want
Eighteen
I just don't know what I want
Eighteen
I gotta get away
I gotta get out of this place
I'll go runnin in outer space
Oh yeah
I got a
baby's brain and an old man's heart
Took eighteen years to get this far
Don't always know what I'm talkin' about
Feels like I'm livin in the middle of doubt
Cause I'm
Eighteen
I get confused every day
Eighteen
I just don't know what to say
Eighteen
I gotta get away
Lines form on my face and my hands
Lines form on the left and right
I'm in the middle
the middle of life
I'm a boy and I'm a man
I'm eighteen and I LIKE IT
Yes I like it
Oh I like it
Love it
Like it
Love it
Eighteen!
Eighteen!
Eighteen!
Eighteen and I LIKE IT
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Snoogans4Jay
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Post by Snoogans4Jay on Dec 6, 2008 14:13:50 GMT -5
I fucking LOVE Alice Cooper Some of my fave Alice Cooper lyrics Sick things in cars rotate 'round my stars Sick things, my things, my pets, my things I love you things I see As much as you love me You things are heavenly When you come worship me You things are chilled with fright For I am out tonight You fill me with delight You whet my appetite I eat my things What love it brings Come here, my things Don't fear my little things I love you things I see As much as you love me You things are heavenly When you come worship me. You things are thrilled with fright For I am out tonight You things are paradise You whet my appetite Sick things in cartridge tapes, my stars Sick things, pretty things, play things, my things I love the things I see As much as they love me You things are heavenly When you come worship me You things are chilled with fright For I am out tonight You things are paradise You whet my appetite |
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Post by Snoogans4Jay on Dec 7, 2008 20:56:51 GMT -5
You laugh when the cool get's cold Cry when the punchline's told Fall into the arms of God Pray that your soul's not sold Change keeps us moving on All alone as you walk through the crowd Live we're gonna loose some sleep Trust like the air we both breathe -------------- Michael Hutchence........Goodbye Mike...Nov 22...11 years   |
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Post by Snoogans4Jay on Dec 7, 2008 21:01:02 GMT -5
Religon II Stained glass windows keep the cold outside While the hypocrites hide inside With the lies of statues in their minds Where the Christian religion made them blind Where they hide And pray to the God of a bitch, spelled backwards is dog Not for one race, one creed, one world But for money Effective Absurd This is religion There’s a liar on the altar The sermons never falter This is religion Do you pray to the Holy Ghost when you suck your host Do you read who’s dead in the Irish Post Do you give away the cash you can’t afford On bended knees and pray to the Lord Fat pig priest Sanctimonious smiles He takes the money You take the lies This is religion A liar on the altar Sermons never falter This is religion This is religion and Jesus Christ This is religion cheaply priced This is Bibles full of libel This is sin in eternal hymn This is what they’ve done This is your religion The apostles were eleven Now there’s a sod in Heaven This is religion Liar on the altar The sermon never falters This is religion This is religion This is religion This is religion This is religion This is religion A liar on the altar A sermon never falter This is religion This is religion Your religion And it’s all falling to bits gloriously This is religion  |
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Post by Snoogans4Jay on Dec 7, 2008 21:24:53 GMT -5
I think John would approve of THESE lyrics --------------------- Evangelist you claim God speaks through you, Your restless mouth full of lies gains popularity. You care not for the old that suffer, When empty pockets cry from hunger. Penniless from their generosity, Sharing their money to quench your greed. Searching for the answer to their prayers They cry their one last wish of need. Save me. His spirit lives and breathes in me. The Almighty transformed to your screen. The meanings lost in its translation, No holy words describe his deception. You say you'll help us find the Lord, Tell me preacher how do you know? A simple quest for a visible savior, To lead us through our final prayer. Save me. Send your donations, Contribute to the cause. Luxuries, Your righteous reward? Praise the Lord, praise God, Is what you wish to sell, But there is no heaven without a hell. In your mind's eye could you truly believe, That by giving you can save your soul, Could you be so naive!? You heal the sick,[you] raise the dead, You blind the congregation With the things you say. Religious blackmail a deceit of trust, That death will come and all will be lost. Can you hear the serpents call? Look deep in those deceiving eyes. Ignore the writing on the wall, You should READ between the lies. ----------------------- Araya, Hanneman, King |
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Post by johnnysgirl on Dec 7, 2008 21:40:50 GMT -5
The Jazz Butcher Conspiracy: Peter Lorre
Hummer. Hummer. Hummer.
Hummer. Hummer. Hummer.
Alex Green: "Peter Lorre isn't really dead"
Peter Lorre, Peter Lorre He's all right, he's all right
Peter Lorre, Peter Lorre It's all right, he's on your side
Peter Lorre, Peter Lorre It's all right, you can trust him
Peter Lorre, Peter Lorre He's all right
Peter Lorre, Peter Lorre He's a brick, he's a brick
You can count on him in trouble Even if it's really thick
Any crisis, he'll be there Like a little squidgy bear
Peter Lorre, Peter Lorre He's a brick
Peter Lorre, Peter Lorre Runs a nightclub way downtown
Peter Lorre, Peter Lorre Always wears a evil frown
Don't spit on his shoes Or mess up his hair
Or he will shoot you dead And go back upstairs
But it's okay
It's all right, you can trust him Peter Lorre's on your side
You can trust him with your secrets He'll give you some place to hide
Don't you worry, don't you fret Peter Lorre is a pet
You can trust that Peter Lorre He's a vet
A real gentleman
Never bad and never rude
Never mad and never crude
Just like Sydney Greenstreet
Just like Sydney... Green...street
In any crisis he'll be there
Like a little squidgy bear
That's Peter Lorre, not Sydney Greenstreet
And
You can trust him, you can trust him He's all right, he's all right
You can trust this tiny person Peter Lorre's on your side
Sydney Greenstreet does not scare him Peter Lorre knows no fear
Fearless little Peter Lorre He's a brick
Woo!
Peter Lorre, Peter Lorre He's all right, he's all right
Peter Lorre, Peter Lorre He's a brick, he's a brick
Peter Lorre, Peter Lorre It's all right, he's on your side
Peter Lorre, Peter Lorre He's a brick
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Post by jrotten on Dec 8, 2008 10:09:51 GMT -5
Religon II Stained glass windows keep the cold outside While the hypocrites hide inside With the lies of statues in their minds Where the Christian religion made them blind Where they hide And pray to the God of a bitch, spelled backwards is dog Not for one race, one creed, one world But for money Effective Absurd This is religion There’s a liar on the altar The sermons never falter This is religion Do you pray to the Holy Ghost when you suck your host Do you read who’s dead in the Irish Post Do you give away the cash you can’t afford On bended knees and pray to the Lord Fat pig priest Sanctimonious smiles He takes the money You take the lies This is religion A liar on the altar Sermons never falter This is religion This is religion and Jesus Christ This is religion cheaply priced This is Bibles full of libel This is sin in eternal hymn This is what they’ve done This is your religion The apostles were eleven Now there’s a sod in Heaven This is religion Liar on the altar The sermon never falters This is religion This is religion This is religion This is religion This is religion This is religion A liar on the altar A sermon never falter This is religion This is religion Your religion And it’s all falling to bits gloriously This is religion Aaahhh I love this song!!! |
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