Lyrics of the Day thread..

My theme song....

"I'm on a low budget
I'm not cheap, you understand
I'm just a cut price person in a low budget land
Excuse my shoes they dont quite fit
They're a special offer and they hurt me a bit
Even my trousers are giving me pain
They were reduced in a sale so I shouldnt complain
They squeeze me so tight so I cant take no more
They're size 28 but I take 34"

Another favorite...

Warning lights are flashing down at quality control
Somebody threw a spanner and they threw him in the hole
Theres rumors in the loading bay and anger in the town
Somebody blew the whistle and the walls came down
Theres a meeting in the boardroom theyre trying to trace the smell
Theres leaking in the washroom theres a sneak in personnel
Somewhere in the corridors someone was heard to sneeze
goodness me could this be industrial disease?

The caretaker was crucified for sleeping at his post
Theyre refusing to be pacified its him they blame the most
The watchdogs got rabies the foremans got fleas
And everyones concerned about industrial disease
Theres panic on the switchboard tongues are ties in knots
Some come out in sympathy some come out in spots
Some blame the management some the employees
And everybody knows its the industrial disease

The work force is disgusted downs tools and walks
Innocence is injured experience just talks
Everyone seeks damages and everyone agrees
That these are classic symptoms of a monetary squeeze
On itv and bbc they talk about the curse
Philosophy is useless theology is worse
History boils over theres an economics freeze
Sociologists invent words that mean industrial disease

Doctor parkinson declared Im not surprised to see you here
Youve got smokers cough from smoking, brewers droop from drinking beer
I dont know how you came to get the betty davis knees
But worst of all young man youve got industrial disease
He wrote me a prescription he said you are depressed
But Im glad you came to see me to get this off your chest
Come back and see me later - next patient please
Send in another victim of industrial disease

I go down to speakers corner Im thunderstruck
They got free speech, tourists, police in trucks
Two men say theyre jesus one of them must be wrong
Theres a protest singer singing a protest song - he says
they wanna have a war to keep us on our knees
They wanna have a war to keep their factories
They wanna have a war to stop us buying japanese
They wanna have a war to stop industrial disease
Theyre pointing out the enemy to keep you deaf and blind
They wanna sap your energy incarcerate your mind
They give you rule brittania, gassy beer, page three
Two weeks in espana and sunday striptease
Meanwhile the first jesus says Id cure it soon
Abolish monday mornings and friday afternoons
The other ones on a hunger strike hes dying by degrees
How come jesus gets industrial disease

Fly Eagles fly, on the road to victory.
Fight Eagles fight, score a touchdown 1-2-3.

Hit 'em low,
Hit 'em high,
And we'll watch our Eagles fly.

Fly Eagles fly on the road to victory

The recent news events and of course the election remind me of these lyrics written by Bob Dylan:
We live in a political world,
Love don't have any place.
We're living in times where men commit crimes,
And crime don't have a face.

We live in a political world,
Icicles hanging down,
Wedding bells ring and angels sing,
clouds cover up the ground.

We live in a political world,
Wisdom is thrown into jail,
It rots in a cell, is misguided as hell,
Leaving no one to pick up a trail.

We live in a political world
Where mercy walks the plank,
Life is in mirrors, death disappears
Up the steps into the nearest bank.

We live in a political world
Where courage is a thing of the past,
Houses are haunted, children are unwanted,
The next day could be your last.

We live in a political world,
The one we can see and can feel,
But there's no one to check, it's all a stacked deck,
We all know for sure that it's real.

We live in a political world,
In the cities of lonesome fear,
Little by little you turn in the middle
But you're never sure why you're here.

We live in a political world,
Under the microscope,
You can travel anywhere and hang yourself there,
You always got more than enough rope.

We live in a political world,
Turning and a-thrashing about,
As soon as you're awake, you're trained to take,
What looks like the easy way out.

We live in a political world,
Where peace is not welcome at all,
It's turned away from the door to wander some more,
Or put up against the wall.

We live in a political world,
Everything is hers or his,
Climb into the frame and shout God's name,
But you're never sure what it is.

The ones in my head all day well more like a snippet

You're Holding On But Letting Go
I'm Missing Cleveland and The Snow

songs been goin through my head for awhile now

From Iggy Pop:

I'm bored

I'm the chairman of the bored,
I'm a lengthy monologue
I'm livin' like a dog

I'm bored

I bore myself to sleep at night
I bore myself in broad daylight coz

I'm bored
Just another slimy bore

I'm free to bore my well-bought friends
And spend my cash until the end coz

I'm bored
I'm bored

I'm the chairman of the board

I'm sick
I'm sick of all my kicks
I'm sick of all the stiffs
I'm sick of all the dips

I'm bored

I bore myself to sleep at night
I bore myself in broad daylight coz

I'm bored
I'm bored

Just another dirty bore

All right doll-face
Come on and bore me

I'm sick
I'm sick of all my kicks
I'm sick of all the stiffs
I'm sick of all the dips

I'm sick

I'm sick when I go to sleep at night
I'm still sick in the broad daylight coz

I'm bored
I'm bored

Somebody figure these out...

"Put your black suit on
and be a son of a b!tch
I need a scratch from the hand
of the ass that sold me the itch"

detuned wrote:

Somebody figure these out...

"Put your black suit on
and be a son of a b!tch
I need a scratch from the hand
of the ass that sold me the itch"

High Noon Amsterdam -MoR

spectrefate wrote:

detuned wrote:

Somebody figure these out...

"Put your black suit on
and be a son of a b!tch
I need a scratch from the hand
of the ass that sold me the itch"

High Noon Amsterdam -MoR

yep. Chris Goss writes the best nonsense stream of consciousness lyrics this side of Ian Gillan.

"We live like we're going crazy in a backstage sewer hole
Don't care man, I'm not b*tchin', just livin' like rock-n-roll
Let's go out in the city and trash it like we're gonna die
Maybe we'll get arrested, the publicity is outta sight"

-- Warrior Soul, "No No No"

Layin' on my back
in the newly mown grass
rain is comin' down
but I know the clouds will pass

You bring me tea
say "the babes are sleeping"
lay down beside me
love ain't for keeping

Black ash from the foundry
hangs like a hood
but the air is perfumed
by the burning firewood

The seeds are bursting
the springs are seeping
lay down my darling
love ain't for keeping

Lay down beside me
love ain't for keeping

- The Who

"Bathe in all the money, love yourself to death
Bow before the serpent in fire
Ride your little pony till he's soaking wet
Scream at God and call him a liar

Bought a line of sh*t now you wanna sell it back to me....

Come on down to the hotel baby
I can be what you want me to be
You can choke on your own medication
I can watch myself on TV
Shut your mouth you big f**king baby
You can't be what I want you to be
Go on, choke on your own medication
I can tell you a lie you'll believe"

-- Monster Magnet, "Unbroken (Hotel Baby)"

from Lemmy and the boys:

Rock'n'roll, save your soul
An' I got it
Give it to me, loud and free
Don't knock it
Let me hear 'til the end of time
It's the only way
Send shivers up and down your spine
You can't stop it

[CHORUS]
I'm tellin' one more time
It ain't no crime
Rock it

Dreamed I was an Eskimo
Frozen wind began to blow
Under my boots and around my toes
The frost that bit the ground below
It was a hundred degrees below zero...

And my mama cried
And my mama cried
Nanook, a-no-no
Nanook, a-no-no
Don't be a naughty Eskimo
Save your money, don't go to the show

Well I turned around and I said "Oh, oh" Oh
Well I turned around and I said "Oh, oh" Oh
Well I turned around and I said "Ho, Ho"
And the northern lights commenced to glow
And she said, with a tear in her eye
"Watch out where the huskies go, and don't you eat that yellow snow"
"Watch out where the huskies go, and don't you eat that yellow snow"

- Frank Zappa

xyz wrote:

"Watch out where the huskies go, and don't you eat that yellow snow"
"Watch out where the huskies go, and don't you eat that yellow snow"

- Frank Zappa

I quoted this bit to my son last week when we were outside shoveling snow.

Nicotine, Valium, Vicodin, Marijuana, Ecstasy & Alchohol...cuh cuh cuh Cocaine!

detuned wrote:

Nicotine, Valium, Vicodin, Marijuana, Ecstasy & Alchohol...cuh cuh cuh Cocaine!

Back when QOTSA were killer. I remember those days fondly.

SpectreFate wrote:

detuned wrote:

Nicotine, Valium, Vicodin, Marijuana, Ecstasy & Alchohol...cuh cuh cuh Cocaine!

Back when QOTSA were killer. I remember those days fondly.

Queens of the Stone Age? And here I thought he was quoting "Up the Dose" by the Mentors.

from Dramarama

Hey hey its been so long since I have written with pen
Ya know its sharper than a sabre, I donot feel like Errol Flynn
Got no computer I canot type the letter in
You're not responding right I guess I better start again

Well lets pretend this fellas hungry got a dozen mouths to feed
He asked for money for a bus pass and my, heart bleeds
I throw him a dollar that's exactly what he needs
To get another jug of Thunderbird and naturally ask me for a

Last cigarette, last cigarette, last cigarette, one before I go to bed

Fat Freddy wrote:

SpectreFate wrote:

detuned wrote:

Nicotine, Valium, Vicodin, Marijuana, Ecstasy & Alchohol...cuh cuh cuh Cocaine!

Back when QOTSA were killer. I remember those days fondly.

Queens of the Stone Age? And here I thought he was quoting "Up the Dose" by the Mentors.

Funny, because emo kids and all the other idiots on MTV the other night caused me to think of this song: HETEROSEXUALS HAVE THE RIGHT TO ROCK

Heterosexuals have the right to rock
So glam f@gs get off the block
Who wants to see transvestites in drag
Who look like a glam rock f@g

Looking like a sissy and a b!tch
Ya look like that your daddy must be rich
Make up on their face and their hair in a shag
You know that they're a disgrace and a f@g

Round up all glam f@ggots and put em in a cage
So the hetero Mentors can rock the stage
Heterosexuals have the right to rock
Wanna see a girl with a pu$$y and not a c*ck

Heterosexuals want a rockin' chance
We don't wear dresses,we wear pants
On the stage we'll rock you all we can
We're gross and fat,but we look like a man

Listen everyone,we're gonna rock
Look like a man not a peacock
The jerks with the make up who wear the braids
Are most likely to have AIDS

Heterosexuals have the right to rock
Heterosexuals have the right to rock
Heterosexuals have the right to rock
Heterosexuals have the right to rock

Ya know that their weiner looks like a noodle
They prance all around like a french poodle
They hang around in cliques for kicks
But we all know they're chicks with d!cks

They wash their hair in a washing machine
You know it's full of sperm and it ain't too clean
The f@gs wear earrings in their ear
You know that they're a mother f*cking queer

Heterosexuals have the right to rock
Put your hom0 head on the chopping block
Heteros want to see rock this year
Mentors and not a queer

Heterosexuals have the right to rock
Heterosexuals have the right to rock

+1 to DeathCult.

SpectreFate wrote:

detuned wrote:

Nicotine, Valium, Vicodin, Marijuana, Ecstasy & Alchohol...cuh cuh cuh Cocaine!

Back when QOTSA were killer. I remember those days fondly.

They are still killer. It took me awhile to warm up to Era Vulgaris but it grew on me, Misfit Love is as good of a track as they've ever recorded.

I listened to TS Live At The Astoria CD in my gym today and this really stood out while I was incline benching.

who are you to look down
at what i believe?
I'm on to your thinking
and how you deceive
well, you can't abuse me
i won't stand no more
yes, i know the reasons
yes, i know the score

This song is the perfect sarcastic example of the problem with modern rock songwriting.

King Crimson - Happy With What You Have To Be Happy With

And when I have some words
This is the way I'll sing -
Through a distortion box
To make them menacing...YEAH!

Then I'm gonna have to write a chorus
We're gonna need to have a chorus
And this seems to be as good as any other place to sing it till I'm blue in the face

And for a second verse
Of terse economy
I'll brew another pot
Of ambiguity...YEAH!

Then I'm gonna have to write a chorus
We're gonna need to have a chorus
And this seems to be as good as any other place to sing it till I'm blue in the face

Happy with what you have to be happy with
you have to be happy with what you have
to be happy with you have
happy with what you have to be happy with
you have to be happy with what you have
to be happy with

Then I guess I'll repeat the chorus!
We're gonna repeat the chorus!
I guess I'll repeat the chorus!
We're gonna repeat the chorus!
Then I guess I'll repeat the chorus!
We gonna repeat the chorus!
I guess I'll repeat the chorus!
We're gonna repeat the chorus!