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I find my own fun, sometimes for free I got to pay it to come lookin' for me walkin' on Gucci, wearin' Yves St. Laurent barely stay on cause I'm so God damn gaunt
Post by A$AP Rosko on Aug 21, 2010 18:19:49 GMT -5
"In barlight, she looked alright. In daylight, she looked desperate."
--Craig Finn, The Hold Steady, "Sequestered in Memphis"
"She put her mouth around a difficult question. She said, "Lord, what do you recommend to a real sweet girl who's made some not-sweet friends? Lord, what would you prescribe to a real soft girl who's havin' real hard times?""
--CF, THS, "Crucifixion Cruise"
"Hey barroom, hey tavern, I find hope in all the souls you gather. Hey citrus, hey liquor, I love it when we come together. I feel Jesus in the clumsiness of young and awkward lovers. I feel Judas in the long odds of the rackets on the corners. I feel Jesus in the tenderness of honest, nervous lovers. I feel Judas in the pistols and the pagers that come with all the powders.
Lost in fog and love and faith was fear, I've had kisses that make Judas seem sincere."
--CF, THS, "Citrus"
"There's gonna come a time when the true scene leaders forget where they differ and get big picture. 'Cause the kids at the shows, they'll have kids of their own. The sing-along songs will be our scriptures.
We gotta stay positive."
--CF, THS, "Stay Positive"
I'm just gonna come right out and say it--I think Craig Finn is the best lyricist of the past decade, and that includes hip-hop artists/rappers. That's why I just renamed my display name after one of his lyrics
Post by s to the p on Aug 21, 2010 19:18:53 GMT -5
if you think that you resemble your roots you've got to pick up all your pieces and hope they approve words won't carry that much weight on the shelf so who you gonna blame for representing yourself
if you look i'm sure you'd see that nothing's really as it seems and soon enough you'd realize you promise more than you'll provide the substance that we're hoping for will always leave us needing more we're calloused til we cannot feel the only moments that were real
Post by iamthewalrus on Aug 22, 2010 10:03:17 GMT -5
If you hate the taste of wine, Why do you drink it till your blind, And if you swear that there's no truth and who cares, Why do you say it like your right.
Post by billypilgrim on Aug 23, 2010 23:05:39 GMT -5
Facts are simple and facts are straight Facts are lazy and facts are late Facts all come with points of view Facts don't do what I want them to Facts just twist the truth around Facts are living turned inside out Facts are getting the best of them Facts are nothing on the face of things Facts don't stain the furniture Facts go out and slam the door Facts are written all over your face Facts continue to change their shape
if you look i'm sure you'd see that nothing's really as it seems and soon enough you'd realize you promise more than you'll provide the substance that we're hoping for will always leave us needing more we're calloused til we cannot feel the only moments that were real
I can't go to sleep, I can't shut my eyes They shot the father of his moms, killed him seven times They shot Malcolm in the chest front of his little seeds Jesse watched, as they shot King on the balcony They spat at Marcus, Garvey cause he tried to spark us with the knowledge of ourselves, and our forefathers
Ohh Jacqueline you heard the rifle shots cracklin Her husband head in her hair, you tried to put it back in
AMERICA'S WATCHIN, BLOOD STAINED INK BLOTCHES MEDGAR TOOK ONE TO THE SKULL FOR INTERGRATING COLLEGE WHAT'S THE SCIENCE? SOMEBODY? THIS IS TRICK KNOWLEDGE THEY TRY TO KEEP US ENSLAVED AND STILL SCRAPE FOR DOLLARS
Walkin through Park Hill, drunk as a fu<k Lookin around like, these DEVILS, I'm ready to break this world down They got me trapped up in a metal gate, just stressed out with hate And just, give me no time to relax, and use my mind to meditate
What should I do? Grab a blunt or a brew? Grab a two-two and run out there AND PUT THIS fu<kin VIOLENCE IN YOU? I can't go to sleep, I can't shut 'em son.. I..
RZA's part of Wu Tang's "I Can't Go to Sleep."
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if you look i'm sure you'd see that nothing's really as it seems and soon enough you'd realize you promise more than you'll provide the substance that we're hoping for will always leave us needing more we're calloused til we cannot feel the only moments that were real
if you look i'm sure you'd see that nothing's really as it seems and soon enough you'd realize you promise more than you'll provide the substance that we're hoping for will always leave us needing more we're calloused til we cannot feel the only moments that were real
What would you do if I sang out of tune, would you stand up and walk out on me? Lend me your ears and I'll sing you a song. And I'll try not to sing out of key.
if you look i'm sure you'd see that nothing's really as it seems and soon enough you'd realize you promise more than you'll provide the substance that we're hoping for will always leave us needing more we're calloused til we cannot feel the only moments that were real
Post by lordrockinhood on Aug 31, 2010 18:30:14 GMT -5
I forgot about this song, I LOVE this song!!!
Artist: King Missile Song: "Detatchable Penis"
(also, I just accidentally learned that you can get around the "penis" shlong filter if you use quotation marks )
Lyrics: I woke up this morning with a bad hangover And my "penis" was missing again. This happens all the time. It's detachable.
[background singing begins: "detachable penis" over and over]
This comes in handy a lot of the time. I can leave it home, when I think it's gonna get me in trouble, or I can rent it out, when I don't need it. But now and then I go to a party, get drunk, and the next morning I can't for the life of me remember what I did with it. First I looked around my apartment, and I couldn't find it. So I called up the place where the party was, they hadn't seen it either. I asked them to check the medicine cabinet 'cause for some reason I leave it there sometimes But not this time. So I told them if it pops up to let me know. I called a few people who were at the party, but they were no help either. I was starting to get desperate. I really don't like being without my "penis" for too long. It makes me feel like less of a man, and I really hate having to sit down every time I take a leak. After a few hours of searching the house, and calling everyone I could think of, I was starting to get very depressed, so I went to the Kiev, and ate breakfast. Then, as I walked down Second Avenue towards St. Mark's Place, where all those people sell used books and other junk on the street, I saw my "penis" lying on a blanket next to a broken toaster oven. Some guy was selling it. I had to buy it off him. He wanted twenty-two bucks, but I talked him down to seventeen. I took it home, washed it off, and put it back on. I was happy again. Complete. People sometimes tell me I should get it permanently attached, but I don't know. Even though sometimes it's a pain in the ass, I like having a detachable "penis."
[background voices continue to sing "detachable penis" for a while, then out]
if you look i'm sure you'd see that nothing's really as it seems and soon enough you'd realize you promise more than you'll provide the substance that we're hoping for will always leave us needing more we're calloused til we cannot feel the only moments that were real
Post by cheeky resurrection on Sept 6, 2010 1:19:44 GMT -5
^Definitive awesomeness!
My fortune was made but I've lost it twice My timing was off every time I tried When all circumstances have worn me thin I take my last chance and I'm home again If the timing were right I'd stay with you tonight...
The ladies are dancing and spinnin' round Smoke rings and big dreams will lay you right down Soon I'll be leaving this magic behind To the dust of my cattle with too much sunshine
Post by A$AP Rosko on Sept 22, 2010 14:05:08 GMT -5
"Theme from 'Cheers'" by Titus Andronicus
[Part I. The Hangover Mass]
I'm sorry, Mama, but I've been drinking again. Me and the old man got us a head start on the weekend, And rest assured, tonight I'm going to be in Kevin's basement with all my friends, provided we can get, get our lazy asses down to Bottle King by ten.
And the walk home is going to be a real shit show. I'll be picking up half-smoked cigarette butts all up and down Rock Road, And then to throw up in the warm glow of the traffic light. But I'm gonna put the devil inside to sleep if it takes all night.
So let's get fucked up, and let's pretend we're all okay. And if you've got something that you can't live with, Save it for another day, all right? Save it for another day.
I'm sorry, Mama, but expect a call from the neighbors tonight. All of my asshole buddies are coming over and they're feeling a little too all right. I'm sick and tired of everyone in this town being so goddamn uptight. But don't you worry, I'll do all the talking when they turn on the flashing lights.
When I'm an old man, I can be the quiet type, and I can go without a moment of fun for the rest of my life. I can read a good book, and I can be in bed by ten, and I can get up early, go to work and come home, and start it all over again.
But while we're young, boys, everybody raise your glasses high, Singing, 'Here's to the good times, here's to the home team. Kiss the good times goodbye, oh yeah, Kiss the good times goodbye.'
[Part II. Grandpa's Old Cough Medicine]
I need a timeout, I need an escape from reality, Or else I need eternal darkness and death, I need an exit strategy. down in North Carolina, I could have been a productive member of society, But these New Jersey cigarettes and all they require have made a fucking junkie out of me.
So give me a Guinness, give me a Keystone Light, Give me a kegger on a Friday night. Give me anything but another year in exile.
I need a whiskey, I need a whiskey right now. God knows how many times I've said this before, But I really don't feel like doing this anymore.
[Part III. Song for Tretiak's Movie]
So hey, Andy, let's turn into dirty old men, Close down the bar every night at the Glen Rock Inn. Talk about our grandkids as we stroke our grey bears. Funny we're still doing carbombs after all of these years.
And I know there are bicycles waiting to ride, But I could swear I heard voices from the other side, saying, 'Wait until you see the whites of their eyes.'
And now that I'm older, I look back and say, 'What the fuck was it for anyway?' For those dreams are lying in the still of the grave - What the fuck were they for anyway? So let it be on a stretcher if I get carried away - What the fuck was it for anyway?
----------- This is quite possibly my favorite style of lyrics, the lyrics that subtly chronicle the injustices of the working class in America and point at large truths about class inequality just by telling a simple story (albeit, in this case, one that lacks a narrative) with concrete imagery. I love stuff like this. Talking about Craig Finn is what made me think about it, but this song is a good example that is at the forefront of my mind currently because I saw TA last night and they quacking ruled Bruce was chock full of songs like that as well.
Post by cheeky resurrection on Oct 18, 2010 4:26:32 GMT -5
My heart's like a stopped clock Twice a day it's right on time My heart's like a stopped clock Twice a day it's right on time
Let's dance until the music's over
My hands are too empty They need something to do My hands are too empty Let me fill them up with you
Let's dance until the music's over Let's dance like there's no tomorrow
If you could walk along this road, I walk alone, I'd walk alone with you If you could see inside my heart of glass, you'd see how much I see in you When all of this is over we'll be standing in the dark just me and you Until the music's over
All we have Is all we have, we need to know Hide with me Before the pink dawn light begins to show
Let's dance until the music's over Let's dance like there's no tomorrow
If you could walk along this road, I walk alone, I'd walk alone with you If you could see inside this heart of glass, you'd see how much I see in you When all of this is over we'll be standing in the dark just me and you Until the music's over
My heart's like a stopped clock Twice a day it's right on time
Post by cheeky resurrection on Jan 14, 2011 4:14:34 GMT -5
Got gooseflesh, got butterflies, got a temperature you're gonna feel on the rise. I make a good man, like a bad son, like a daddy that you call number one.
I see this big heart like a big steak, makin' your love, make me feel the lick So when the clouds come, bad weather roam Ain't a shame if I don't see the sun because
Who needs the sunshine when your here When you carry the sunshine with you
Don't need no big drank, or cigarette I got more than I need to complete the set I make picturesque on the warm breast Hittin' hard cause I don't need no rest But gimme medicine in shape of yourself and Whatever fetish I decide myself to cast you in So when the storm break I'll leave the headache To walk alone in the cloud for my own sake
Who needs the sunshine when your here When you carry the sunshine all alone with you
Post by cheeky resurrection on Jan 16, 2011 2:24:13 GMT -5
Depot, depot, what am I doing here? Depot, depot, what am I doing here? I ain't coming, I ain't going My confusion is showing Outside the midnight wind is blowing Sixth Avenue I'm gonna paint myself blue At the depot
I watch the taxis pull up and idle I can't claim title to a single memory He offered me a key 'Cause opportunity don't knock He has no tongue and she cannot talk You're gonna shuffle when you walk At the depot
This peeping-Tom needs a peephole And an uptempo song To move me along When I find this depot baby I'm on a roll just like a pool ball baby I'm gonna be there at the roll call maybe At the depot
Outside the midnight wind is blowing Sixth Avenue Oh, tell me what a poor boy to do At the depot I'm on a roll just like a pool ball baby I'm gonna be there at the roll call maybe At the depot, the depot
;D
